Here you go, A Greek Drama for you!
You queen of the trailer park,
and you king of tight t-shirts!
Empress of lies,
with your courtesans of cowardice!
Let us never forget the beautiful words,
willful actions,
and hard earned cash
that swung in wide arcs and
spiraled into the toilet of your existence.
Told to pity you,
taught to hurt you,
led to hate you,
you jerked and spun like your whims,
and tides that rose and fell
could not match the discrepancy
between your words and actions.
There are days and nights
that could not pair with how you treat others
minute to minute.
If this is the drama you seek then lift up your mask!
Head to the odeon and hear my chorus song!
Here's to hoping that we both crash
like Russian satellites in flaming hunks
of metal
so the world can see our plight.
The writing on the rubble is no longer legible,
burned away and written in Cyrillic.
Your Emperor! Innocent but complicit,
king of crossfit! Milk-drinking Mother's babe!
Totem of turf-toe and thrown shoulders!
He'll gaze at your watery complexion
with horse-head and doe eyes,
you'll remember fondly your parents own poorly thought-out tryst
and seek to create
a bastard-child of your own.
So be underemployed forever!
Live less and more sadly!
For these are the paths of those
who receive
the sympathy of
the world,
and their way, while not just,
is
easy.
Stretch,
wrinkle,
smoke,
dye,
squint,
die.
You'll divorce,
grow old,
uglier
and more bitter,
you'll shake more
and the cigarettes
will have torn your voice.
You'll lament your loss of king and country,
the death of a nation built on knives
standing upright in backs.
Weeping with no one by your side to hear.
Another piece of white trash
left
on the porch swing
to die.
