Sober Friday Nights

(or, The Long Way Home)

(and it's everything here, in the missing middle, that somehow redeems it all)

America you make me want to vomit

You made Ginsberg sick

It's half a century later

And you've fulfilled every nightmare

- you're stupid.

And thick - that which combines unintelligent and vulgar

And I'm not even American

- go fuck yourself

Your so-called culture

Life revolving around dull work debasing humanity.

Even your expensively educated youth pose on the internet with automatic weapons

Proud

In love with a red white and blue flag - couldn't you stiff right-angled churchgoing cunts think of something remotely original.

Even your women are war-obsessed simians - so much for femininity.

If I have to feel the lame horror of one more corporate order...

But I will.

Because low, alcoholic drug fiends - if not street garbage, then Grade A import or just prescription brain-muting pills your ted talk ass-licking 'engineers' researched and developed

Like the shit being put in my handicapped sister

Because her sold mother got broken by the hate-filled loser she handcuffed herself to

The one who like you dreams of deregulation but can't wipe his ass

You plague.

This is what I do with my time.

And I'm not done.

Though now I have to ride my bike home.

I spend my time trying to find some way to compatibilize my life with you and it just depresses me.

I hate you, and it feels honest, right and just.

This is what consideration for you

And everything you stand for

Makes me write: Nothing.

And I guess that what one must reconcile themselves with

And learn to love

At fucking forty:

The fact that you are

And the world - a more dire place than when your ted audience lived less than a century - has not ended.

Awesome.