We’re citizens of a tribe of sedative-ecstatic savages, in
Kingdoms of filth and infrastructural amenities, with
Gold-crusted grins of sharp shocking jaws
Anaesthetized, impervious, black punctured eyeballs.
The leprechauns drool and crawl in ivory doom
They thirst for puke at two, at three, at four, their
Eyes aglow with gleaming rust and sweat, in
Chains of blaring light and friendly face.
We’re aspirin-buzzed citizens of vodka-crazed majesty
With ravaging desperate naked dreams of blood
We’re dumbbell brained champions whose discipline-syringes
Shoot curated comforting tongues of toxic gas.
We the citizens, pledge ourselves to, as one blighted people,
Regardless of rage, time or reason,
Mouths imprisoned by aluminum granola bars
Bodies voluntarily cut, quartered, carted,
Lying entombed without a word in stacked cement.