SATAN! SATAN! SATAN!

if i had my way
	this
one cliche
would be ripped
from 
all right-wingers throats
as they died.
one fucking final revolution
to 
screw
up
their
heads.
hah.
shows what kinda mood i'm in.

show me your anger.
let your fear pull blood-red screaming
	in front of it:

make it nice.
make it thorough.
	(most people make me)
enough of it in the end
	now
the rest should have been gone
	a long time ago.
it's a long road. a long trip.
	trip! trip! trip! trip!
	trip now!
	do it now do it now

send me small children.
call me evil.
send small children now.
they will
disappear:
they will be gone:
	eaten,
	beaten,
	cursed,
	insured,
(it's guaranteed)
	run for cover, they'll
disappear
(i'll see them in Rockwell)
(crazy horse)
crazy horse crazy horse crazy horse.
move it, sanity, i have places
	to
	be.
get drunk on air and amber
	moving in on fiction's rain water and
				green alcohol.

when they reappear
		it's as monsters.
	you thought
	you didn't
	want (you)
	ever, when they need you,
		turn them away.
	teach them to fear,
	and call it hate.
teach them black from white, gay from right,
	rich from suckers,
	or whatever you
	need to
	to continue the species.

this world wouldn't work if
we didn't hate
each other.

(i'll see you in Rockwell)
(!)
(?)
roadmap for the insane,
clown posse for the mannered,
a teacher for the mild.
between rights i can hear the scratch of
	a pen,
	pencil,
	charcoal.
we draw monsters,
i draw these monsters,
	in my twisted daydreams,
	in your too-straight nightmares.
it isn't for the beat.
it's for the volume.
it isn't for the beauty,
it's for the reed that grows untended
by
anything else.

Jul 2 99

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