The entire Planet
Walkin streets of cold chilled mankind,
disributed by the high tension sun.
Lingering on rathole infected corners,
stretch the fingers for pure change.
Shoot the fucker down, some yell.
Most overwhelmed from the tawdry taste,
feel to get unconscious in this orbit.
Tombling motion through living Horror,
that redemption may rape me good.
Shoot this fucker down, crowd yells.
I am on the mother of all known borders,
passing this tight hole of sanity.
Armored with a gun of immaculate fear,
bullets distilled from my hatred.
Shoot them fuckers down, i suggest.
Erase each and every one filthy manimal,
with their consume perverted sight.
Make them blankheads splinter like blisters,
the old, the young, the newly-weds.
Shoot this fucking mirage, i beg.
Those useless 6.9 billion including me,
they scare the spirits out of Johnny.
That for i escape into my padded cell,
constructed in the fleshly walnut.
And there you`ll find me, lithified,
gently playing the waiting game.
Gently,
Gently.
©John Erwiss
