the people

look at the people:   elbows, knees,
earlobes, dumb crotches, feet,
noses, lips, eyes (?), all the parts
usually clothed and they are
engaged
in whatever they do
which is hardly ever original or
delightful.
their psyches are stuffed with
used matter and propaganda,
business propaganda, religious
propaganda, sexual propaganda,
national propaganda, assorted
propaganda, and they
themselves are
usually dull and vicious.
they are dull because they are
made dull and they are
vicious because they are
fearful of losing what they have
been taught is important
at all
but which many of them will
kill for.

the people are the biggest
horror show on earth,
have been for
centuries.

you could be sitting in a
room with one of them
now
or with many of
them.

or you could be one
of them.

every time the phone
rings or there is a knock on
the door
I’m afraid it will be one of
these disgusting,
spiritually destroyed
useless
farting
babbling
ugly
fawning
hateful
humans.

or on picking up the
phone the voice I hear
might be my
own,
or upon opening the
door
I will see myself
standing there,
the remnants of the
wasted centuries,
smiling a
false smile,
learned well,
having forgotten
what I am here
for.