The Chief Managing Director Has a Few Requests
I want a dirtier sunset
with tar and molten waste
Give me sewer pipes that spew
and rusty black scaffolding
dewed with distillate of pollution
You like that?
I want streets that crush and lives that kill
steel that never starves
and glass cages for the shills
so that they may swelter in luxury
Give me enslaved and huddled masses
yearning to be me! ME!
I will chew your life up and spit it out
I will spit your life out!
So… I know you’re all wondering…
Just what is it that I want most
Of all the things my big, big money could buy?
I want… I want you to drive two hours to work!
Yes! And two hours back!
Every! Fucking! Day!
I want you to believe there is no other way
I want you to forget
Today’s surplus population may be tomorrow’s source of oil
But that wasn’t my decision!
Although I do play tennis with the guy,
Don’t try to make me feel guilty!
Maybe if you want to live
You should try working a little harder
Otherwise what use are you to us?
So give me rotting things!
Give me executions!
Give me things I threw out windows
And give me things I ruined
I want things I… stepped on…
Take it away!
I’m hungover, I…
Shut! It! Down!
Give me brunch!
I want a lamb’s skinned raw head ringed by citrus discs of stained glass!
I want two soft warm fat bread-rolls with crusty nipples smeared in bloody beef gravy, the cow’s memories coming through in an exquisitely brownish taste!
Which reminds me, darling,
It’s time for your behind that could feed a family for a week
but which satisfies me for only three minutes…
Thanks, baby… say, do you do you?
You do do you, don’t you?
And just a little shot of…
Wow! WOWOWOWOOOOOW! Yeaaaaah!
And back to work!
Nerve gas fries minds!
Bullets burst through baby eyes!
Drones vomit napalm on beings of shit!
Victims of my victims blow loud crowds clean!
Tanks pulp peaceniks into puddles shuddering with final rain!
High-rise rat-hives scream with flame fusing mother and child into coal!
Spears of grey light fall into bombed-out churches and impale the workers groveling in snow!
Trucks hurl the walking trash flapping their shat-tered arms through a bliz-zard of bro-ken glass!
Black fullmoons explode above your fecal ghettoes and rinse the human filth from the smoking rock!
Heart-split stars flaring x-ray millions of human skulls and ribcages with blue fish-hearts palpitating in shriveling membranes!
Skin crawls from muscles shrinking back over bone charring down to the brain seared to dust sucked up into the holy and the perfect white!
And then: Nothing.
And shh, baby, it’s no use
Kill me and I would only return
in new and splendid forms
History ends with me!
And I get everything that I want!