THE LONG WAR

WHO will win the long war. every day armed peace corps fight conscientious supporters and moderates acquiesce to all. the ration cookies and manure cake are baked on old radiators. gerbils power helicopters propelled by twirling bananas, fall crashing upside down to the sky. turd grenades rain from automatic toilets. fat men belly flop bungee into atheist foxholes with lipo-suction tubes in the asshole. the superiors are all on acid and sit atop podiums of giant mushrooms. they must be.

KABOOM. shopping cart explosions. tanks made of aluminum cans blow like tumbleweed in the wind. the rockets look like vaginas and they fizzle under heavy fire from the enemy's ballistic scrotums. it's a clusterfuck and it is apparent to all who is getting fucked, although we do not know WHO or WHAT is doing the fucking.

all the while in another corner of the universe where the letters WELCOME HOME are stitched on the mat the indifferent populace laughs, plays, forgets. the children frolick. the adults masturbate. skaters ride giant dildos and ollie the sun. in a yard behind a white picket fence and roads with 25 mph speed limits, a big candy stick swings for the fences as unsuspecting ants fight for real estate on breast shaped pinatas.

the stink of fast food and TV dinners hovers the trash lit atmosphere. a machine is built, a garbage conditioner that hurls trash like baseballs out of sight out of mind. the blue sky is stained bluer with special dyes made by shiny new bottles and thin air. a proud father puts his hand on his idiot son and resisting the urge to cop a feel says SEE SON, THAT'S WHY THE SKY IS BLUE.

every day is a fortunate nightmare, THANK GOD for this sycophantic bitch and her blow jobs, i am living the dream here in my castle cooking fresh assholes not in my backyard brother i can't deal with the smell. it goes without saying and i dare not say it but i can afford it all i can afford to be capricious and no motherfucker i won't be going to hell. because today we do good, today WE CHANGE THE WORLD, tomorrow who gives a shit, i mean really what can one man do, anyway.