Mike Jurkovic Poop 2024
If you awoke fragile today steer clear I’m standing on the dry line gathering steam And may say things I don’t mean or purport to have written Hitch my ride to the pity parade and parrot its opiate shuffle Barely disguise my disgust for the words you choose to screed your codex Your rabid unholy verse Your clown’s redress and how it persuades your querulous legion to shoot me on sight Your sucker theorems historical record Your crap orange portrait alongside FDR his cousin Lincoln and the black guy you’ve demeaned deplored You piece of shit You rat’s ass You hellbent blind soldier at war against science At war against ourselves in which no house stands Not even the gold engraved ones No not even the gold engraved