Take your mayor w youYour pimpsYour whoresYour civil engineersYour baseball scores“Welcome to the wood-chipper”Same bodies just different namesDifferent deaths with azimuth the sameWe has the TritiumThe LeviathanThe SaviorThe foot-ballThe quicktime-marchCold to the touch“Your deathOur azimuth“Declination, degradationTimezone transparentGird your gridGrid your north1975 cute, french, fucked2021 the train-wreck of a kite-runner deathYou are welcome to“Test.Your.Luck”Shit-casting call in this pall of a city! Repeat !! Repeat !! Repeat !Fire-for-effectIn-the-openHose them KabuliFor fear sear weTend we our acres of centuries-nothingTaste we our diesel deathsDemand shall we you drink our bloody goats milkThe mysteriesThe minesThe wobbleThe back the forthThe your-guessGood-as-mine“AzimuthAbandonNow“Pavement!Pavement!We prayWe cryBeg you for your blanket of rubbleThe refuse to payOur streets we lack the lightsBring on your star-clusterSing your Willie-PeteGive our tongue the mustardWe have the Apple Watches“We have the time“Give your private-dirt-class the wire“Wrap our faces in fuses“The tin snipsThe needle-nose plierThe blasting-capThread the det-cord intravenous“We welcome your double-tap“Flow offal from your wombsRiverine your endless filthFrom pressure-washed wombsYellow-corned like any turdYour Quranic holy wordsWe stand readyTo dismember your Holy TrinityYour Playboy dollsWe Seven Nations under electrical-tapeWe burned your pallets of damnationYour skids of sanctimonyPiled sky-high with ass-wipes of cashWatch as we Seven NationsEmbalm your opium-eaterPlow under your sharecropper-sharia“Pay the man his money“ Or a 7 . 6 . 2To the pretty-boy honeyOur revolution will be uncircumcisedYour shame will not be euthanized“We are your graveyard“Empire-digger, impureEnjoy your bitter endRetreat to your forward-operating-baseWhere our farmers best smack won’t relieve the after-tasteWhere our wells shall serve to you teacups of human waste“Just imagine you can endure“When come the rainsYour boys pop up belly-up like bubbles of fecesWe’ll chase you back to the bones of your planesThat we bleached on our poppy plainsWhere rot the ass-cheeks of your sonsWho we mashed like opiumDown our waterless drains“Boom-shaka-laka“Catch, baby, catchInside the airport gates“Reach for your oxygen mask, Marlboro Man”Catch my baby, catchAleikum salamThe mortar, the pestle“Salam aleikum“With open armsWe welcome your campesino college cowboysWe greet them with“Welcome to the wood-chipper”With funnel, with flagThe A the KThe I. E. D.The M the 4The 5 . 5 . 6The 4-deuceThe droneThe iPhoneMuhammad called forth his maggotsAnd you, Herati, you KandahariYou shall fill the bill“Prepare to give your maggot life”Glory to god in the highestShame to your opium-eatersSing your godless songYour headless danceYour cock-less pranceWe magnify their shameWith our camera frameWe indict their name“Allahu, mother-fuckers”Step off the skidThe gripThe lossThe grab-yer-lidThe running chainsaw tossThe father, the lossSing the holy unwashed kidHosannah his shame to the highest“This land is our land“These grains of sand our tongueIn dirty handfuls of Afghan dust“Admit that you’ve been shown The Fear”The doorThe back of our handSay“Goodnight“Sweet princePray“Inshallah”We come to close the madrasa stock-yard doorThe girls behind the gratesThe boys broken like chairsWho rock to stay awakeTaste the powder of your salt-lick spiritsBreathe not another breath“Say not another word“For opium-thirsts your infant-soldiers shall never slake |
