Abandon. Azimuth. Now.

 

Take your mayor w you Your pimps Your whores Your professors Your baseball scores "Welcome to the wood-chipper" Same bodies just different names Different deaths w the same azimuth The Tritium The Leviathan The Savior The foot-ball The quicktime-march Same death, different azimuth Declination, degradation Timezone transparent Gird your grid, grid your north 1975 was cute was French was fucked 2021 our train-wreck, your kite-runner death "You are welcome to Test. Your. Luck" Casting call in this pall of a city Repeat Repeat Repeat Fire-for-effect In-the-open Hose them Kabuli For fear Sear their acres of always-nothing Taste their diesel deaths Drink their goat sacrifice The mysteries The mines The wobble The back the forth The your-guess Good-as-mine Azimuth Abandon Now Pavement! Pavement! We pray We cry I beg for a blanket of rubble The refuse to pay, where We streets lack the lights Bring on the star-cluster The Willie-Pete The tongue A mustard Give McGyver-wannabe the wire Let him wrap our faces in fuses The tin snips The needle-nose plier The blasting-cap Thread the det-cord intravenous Flows the endless stream of foreign filth Yellow-corned w Koranic holy words We consecrate w duct-tape Seven nations under electrical-tape They burned Our pallets of damnation Our skids of sanctimony Piled sky-high with scads of cash Embalm your opium-eater, Plow sharecropper-sharia Pay the man his money Or a 7 . 6 . 2 To the pretty-boy honey  Our revolution will be uncircumcised Your shame will not be euthanized For we are your graveyard Empire-digger, impure Enjoy your bitter end When come the rains Your boys belly-up Like teacups of human waste Of which smack won’t relieve the after-taste We’ll chase you back to the bones of your planes That we bleached on our poppy plains Where rot the cheeks of your sons Whom we mashed like opium In our waterless drains Boom-shaka-laka Catch, baby, catch Inside the airport gates Reach for your oxygen mask, Marlboro Man Catch my baby, catch Aleikum salam, The mortar, the pestle Salam aleikum Replicate to mutilate With open arms Welcome in the campesino Greet them w “Welcome to the woodchipper” The funnel, the flag The A the K The M the 4 The 5 . 5 . 6 The 4-deuce Muhammad called forth his maggots And you, Herati, you Kandahari You shall fill the bill “Prepare to give your maggot life, you know for … Inshallah” Glory to god in the highest Shame to your opium-eaters Their godless song Their headless dance Their cock-less prance We magnify their shame With our camera frame  We indict their name “Allahu, mother-fuckers” Fall off the roof Step off the skid The grip The loss The grab-yer-lid The running chainsaw toss The father, the loss, the holy unwashed kid Hosannah his shame to the highest This land is our land These grains of sand our tongue Admit that you’ve met The fear The door The back Of our hand Say goodnight Pray Inshallah Shut the madrasa stock-yard door With the girls behind the grates The boys are broken chairs Rock to stay awake Safeguard your salt-lick spirit Say not another word For thirsts you’ll never slake

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