the death-trend

there ain’t no shit
like a woman’s shit
when she can plug it down your mouth
and make you ask for more.

there ain’t no cunt
like a human cunt.

and there are too many people who
can destroy other people…


just hang tight
and listen to the news
and wipe your ass good
and take some vitamins.

while waiting for love
we masturbate in dirty bedrooms
in scury scummy scurrilous bedrooms
alone…

there ain’t no shit like the human shit
that we jam at each other.

there ain’t no shit like the flag of shit
that we wave as our courage…


if you’ve got to die
don’t die for love
die for something real:
a freeway crash
a horse on fire
an earthquake.

there ain’t no shit
like the female shit.

there ain’t no cunt
like the human cunt
that has put so many men under
bridges.

there ain’t no shit like human shit
and love when we need it.

we eat it up
and spit it out.

and there’s no end to it…
it strikes me down and it strikes me
down.