that bastard’s mind. I could be fucking every man
I saw.
I could walk out on the streets and be whoever I
wanted. God, I could be something.
V
women are such bitches
they can’t be trusted
VI
Who is he hiding from? Let me come out.
VII
this is a good country
nobody’s got no
God damn pride anymore
and I’m sick of
all the faggot yuppies
these God damn cowards
corporate cogs
they don’t stand up
for what they believe in
and people
don’t fear the Lord
anymore
know who they should
look up to
I have a picture of Ollie North
it’s an eight-by-ten
it’s framed in my kitchen
VIII
I wish he’d clean this place up. I’m not going to
do it. What, does he think I’m gonna cook for him
too?
Why doesn’t he get a job, one that lasts for more
than four months, one that’s not in a liquor store
so he can get drunk every chance he gets.
Thank God