Regurgitations

Only a wanton watchmaker

Would devise such cruel machinery,

Spawning awareness and appetites

To consume the pulverized pulp

Of previous iterations.

Mindlessly duplicating ancient instructions,

Churning out cherubs squalling in squalor,

Burying one generation under another,

Darwin’s darling careens indifferently

Towards unplanned destinations.

Satan Can Lick My Balls

Satan can lick my balls

And god can fuck a tree:

Imaginary ghosts

Don’t mean a thing to me.

Brutish prophets struggled

To manufacture light,

Calming primate neurons,

Fearful of mortal night.

Cowering goat herders

Crowned themselves divine,

Convinced fools to follow,

Coaxing void blood from wine.

Hocus pocus locusts,

Burning bushes and floods,

Fairy tales and riddles,

Virgins stripped of their buds.

Is all this scorn misplaced?

My pen too quick to blame?

My wording crass and crude?

My blasphemy a shame?

Bah! I see no reason

To coddle reason’s foe.

Vulgar verse and mocking

Help discontent to grow.