Kev Carmody

@l, how dare u post such illumination at the heart of the fuckmachine taken shape!

& then laze there back in Oz wit your flying foxes & shanty boxes’side drunken sea.

Ye think anymore than say 4 or 3 cats and a coupla-few kitties need2 hear this ditty?

The remainder calls it heresy, rubbish, medication for  the rededication to liberal iz,

& very few, even then, would dare condescend to even attempt to make amends

   for how nobody threw a mean fucking fit the first time the reds stole the vote.   

Everything we’ve ever hoped for, everything we’ve ever believed, gone

FUCKED right out the window for sake of NOTHING even remotely

Worth feeling great about.  & for years, written on airport mensroom walls,

A world torn to ribbons by the most repressed and the most fugly.

& so what’ll we do?  How will we continue?   We’ll dangle4

our dimes, doin’ time in the house that Jack built.  So blue

is the big ball on a short leash out in slate black halls,

& the red which is the bed of the lava that tears it

apart  & builds it in it’s own image leaves the

best of all of it to ruin while proving over

the long, long, long run … that the

optimists were, in fact, wrong

all along:  There’s no way

in Hell we are a noble

people capable of

peace & hope

& liberty.

sing!