Naked At 92 Degrees

little to do on a HOT night but swat at
small BUGS and consider the
STOCKPILES

even SEX now brings the threat of DEATH
through new and incurable
DISEASES

now YOU must be prepared to
DIE for your
LOVE

and now
it seems
more and more
we are just sitting
WAITING for
NOTHING

now you must be
prepared to DIE
for
NOTHING

the jails and madhouses
are
FULL
yet there’s no
PANIC

not even
here

I kill a flying
insect as the Tower of Pisa
leans MORE and
MORE.

on this HOT
night
in this HOT
room
sucking on
CIGARETTES
and
too LAZY to
PISS
too late to
CARE
we lack the
IMAGINATION to
even
SCREAM.

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