to you unoriginal hard-ons who think
every woman at the bar
should wanta fuck you,
to you steroid-blood swollen idiots
who think that just because you can
kick some ass
that you're worth anything,
to you uniformed automatons
with your red white and blue blinkers
who bought the belief that law
represents any sort of morality
and who want to package the sky,
to you simple bitches looking for magazine meanings
and first and foremost
wanta know what kinda car anybody's driving,
to you expensive faces that think attire
dictates respectability,
to all of you that never thought to realize
the immediate need for higher meaning
and the seriousness of our influence,
to all of you
who never thought to think
for yourselves
please just get the fuck
out of the way--
go get yourselves each a potted plant
and just sit down and stare into
its secret growing and
subtle existence,
and don't walk away
until the plant walks with you.
please just stay home
tonight.
there is enough ugliness in the world
without you.

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