Digging to China

I am Cosmonaut

J'Accuse....

I accuse the American Government for being impotent.
In this most important time of racial and international disdain.
I accuse Barrack Obama of being a bloody coward,
I accuse Hilary Clinton of being a cunt,
I accuse George Zimmerman of not using the brain God wasted on him
I accuse the NSA for wasting your money so their agents can listen to me and my friend Gina's hilarious phone conversations (I've received a letter, I can say this)
I accuse Boston's massacre being shrouded by shadiness
I accuse the silence that just makes people more paranoid and more fervent to arm themselves
I accuse George W Bush for not killing himself.
I accuse Dick Cheney for all those wasted hearts IF THE FIRST TWO DIDN'T TAKE MAYBE GOD IS TELLING YOU SOMETHING!!!!
I accuse you, the American public, for letting things get this far.

Though I accuse, I am willing to hear debates, and I have a heart for forgiveness. Until then, no doves fly here.

I HAIL ROLLING STONE FOR PUTTING Tsarnaev ON THEIR COVER!!!!


FOR MONTHS I HAVE BEEN WONDERING WHAT HAPPENED TO BOSTON!?

HAS NO ONE READ FAHRENHEIT 451!??? OR 1984!????

That George Zimmerman is a real elephant in the room

PRINT IT OUT, SAVE IT, CHANGE YOUR PROFILE PIC IF YOU'RE PISSED!
KEEP AMERICA'S STREETS SAFE!
THERE'S AN ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM!

To Nicaragua with love

On Energy Drinks and Vodka

How I fell apart, how stared down I was!
By the dramatic eyes of  endless Elsie's,
Elizabeth's, Emma's and Eve's. Running
bunnies bunched together with their blond
hair tied back and their green and blue eyes
glare at haggard me.

"Good god! The Aryans!" I shouted to meet
the screwed up nimble faces, this heated pack
wondering how they should react to drunken
haggard me.

Oh Baby give me one more chance

Slithered through my brain.
My Muppet mopped head cried to the rising
sun- for I, the prodigal son, was mighty with
bare arms.

(The Illegally underage short shorts mince on
by)

The Joggers are a great band, I really 
do not listen to them enough. 

Teenage perfume to cloud the my nose's sight;
And I had the furious five laying tracks
in my chest SO

Don't. Push. Me. Cause I'm. 
Close. To. The. Edge-
I'm. Tryin'. Not to. 
Lose. My. Head. 

And "Solid Guild ", what a glorious album!

Perhaps it was the way the mist hovered over
the earth in the little plot of wild grass, still dew
wet and mysterious as the sun was taking its time.
Or perhaps it was the ruin porn, or the horrible
energy drinks that festered with vodka like boiling
oil and water in my stomach.

One could even say, perhaps it was the "why
This pack of blond hair'd blue and green eye'd
gazelles to pass a lion's teeth?"

"Why this seven AM?" 

"Where is last night? I demand to speak with
its manager!" 

"Why energy drinks and vodka!?"

"Why this stomach!?"

"WHY ME!?"

"WHO AM I!?

to smell this dampness...."

I had the energy, I was drunk with energy, I was drunk
at seven AM and a band of frolicking jail bait went
past me. At their tail, a bronzed animated mummy of a
coach gave me the evil eye:

"RAIN ON YOUR PARADE
WE'RE OUT THE DOOR!
AND I DON'T EVEN CARE
ANY- FUCKING MORE!" 

Man, Propagandhi is a great band, I really
do not listen to them enough. 

WAIT!