You are all accused; the defendants will rise.
The speaker can only talk to you if you are standing.
So listen as you would to a moth
to a stop light
to a sunset
to a tragedy in a theater.
Listen.
I stand her accusing you of miss fired life and iron sighted goals. This isn't the time for that.
Are you seated now? Good, that way you'll listen more carefully.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE, like canned fruit and testy cats
you are serious aren't you?
We are serious.
Death is a serious thing huh?
You can die as a hero, or as an idiot
which leaves little to really know.
or matter.
Death, death, death.
I have seen bank statements determine deep end happiness,
and keep breathing.
It lives in you.
In me.
It drives my car and floats.
Keeps us divided behind student loans and
status quo
status symbols and
death.
It is God.
It is what is respected, the serious individual- money respects families.
So praise the dollar with open hands like
thirsty dogs
you whores with ambitions
you ass holes.
Don't give up
you're almost horrible.
Keep thriving for dirt and hoping for
empty cups because like french fries
you serious people
you will smell worse than horse shit.
And this smells like shit.
Its like your perception: shit
like your happiness: shit
like your politicians: shit
like your heroes: shit
like your artists
your religions
shit
So fuck with me. Kick my teeth into my judgement
12 piece
and then,
and then?
I will tell you again that you are all suckers. In three months my friends and I will be selling you our paintings for hundreds.
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