Submitted by Bells_On_Sunday in Poetry

Ladies and gentlemen, graduands,
while for some the world is unfolding
the world can kiss my arse.
I say Death to the Fascist Insect
that preys on the life of the people
but death to benevolence too.
Same time haunted and empty is the world
you may see an angel on the bridge
but it’s your hormones
and if they persist
it’s all up for you.
But while I’m sure there are
some among your number
you don’t look like mystics to me
so graduate, celebrate
while I tattoo on my eyes
Death to the Fascist Insect
and Death to You too.
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