I have come to expect your
Douche-bag hands,
Cut and bleeding inside
My rectangle.
I have learned to acquit your
Well-rounded personalities
Of scrabbling desperately through
My two-day growth.
I pretended to shoot some
Arrows of an elastic martyrdom
Until the flow of your turpentine
Penetrated my limousine.
I want to bear
Scars
Of an inexhaustible sadness.
I call upon the citizens of this Do-nut Republic
To DEGRADE all god-dam Native American Grease Traps
To DEGRADE all god-dam visually-impaired Stress Management Programs
To DEGRADE all god-dam Asian or Pacific Islander Evaporating Apparatuses
To DEGRADE all god-dam hearing-impaired Sod Services!
I call upon the citizens of this Do-Nut Republic
To DEGRADE all god-dam African American Corn Cob Products
To DEGRADE all god-dam mobility-impaired Salt Miners
To DEGRADE all god-dam Hispanic not Black Accordions
To DEGRADE all god-dam learning-disabled Theatrical Coaches!
I call upon the citizens of this Do-Nut Republic
To DEGRADE all god-dam Anglo-American Whipped Cream Dispensers
To DEGRADE all god-dam mentally-impaired Skeet Ranges
To DEGRADE all god-dam same-sex-preference Bowling Accessories
To DEGRADE all god-dam Jewish Smoke Stacks!
I call upon the citizens of this Do-Nut Republic
To DEGRADE all god-dam Roman-Catholic Power Take-Offs
To DEGRADE all god-dam feminist Rodeos
To DEGRADE all god-dam Muslim Twines and Cordage
To DEGRADE all god-dam little people Rivets!
There is not enough DEGRADATION in this Republic, citizens
To even approximate the sanctity of true despair.
There is only the rustling
Of little magazines
Fluttered
By barbaric winds.