Monday, September 15, 2008

Tendering Resignation

Hey, check out my faceplace page
for updated blogs on my fantasy death squad.
I got Dick Cheney, I got inflation
and next year's hurricane season.
I'm willing to trade Osama for Obama,
but am holding onto China for the upcoming match
against the Dalai Lama.

Can you see the joys of democracy?
We are free to choose our very own apocalypse.
Like Capitalism, it's a CapitalOne idea:
My wallet? It's got nothing but debts that I can never repay.
I am broke. My glasses broke,
but i got contacts, got a fave five.

I just spray and pray.
I pull and pray. Give me AIDS. I want
ribbons of red pink yellow and black:
A Wheel of Misfortune.

Bury me softly, just roll me in the hole.
It's how I want to go green.

Sure, I still believe in God. I pray everyday,
just not for teddy bears or fluffy bunnies anymore.
I pray for Jesus in a chariot of fire
with a machine gun in the mall.

Salvation wasn't meant to be the toy in the bottom of the Cracker Jack box.

Dead-on aim and a hair trigger,
I pray to be the victim, not the crazed gunman.

Let this be an epilogue, my epitaph
an obit in the classified ads.
Let it go unwritten and unread.
Let this overshadow everything else.