succumb to the white noise
the trembling hand reaching
for a loaded gun
the last three days in your
delicate arms
all hope extinguished in the
eyes of children as a red hot
rage protests in these dying
streets
laugh
laugh at all of them that
dared to not believe in
you
wash away your sins in a
fresh bottle of liquor stored
away for the revolution
break out the good silverware
and the plates only used on
holidays
they are serving up your lord
for dinner tonight
may we all dine in the lavish
relaxed nature of hypocrisy
J.J. Campbell (1976 – ?) has given up the farm life and is now trapped in suburbia. He’s been widely published over the years, most recently at The Australian Times, Horror Sleaze Trash, In Between Hangovers, Mad Swirl and Bad Acid Laboratories, You can find him most days bitching about something on his highly entertaining blog, evil delights. (http://evildelights.blogspot.com)
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