The peasants are hungry
for inspiration.
Last night we crossed Van Diemen’s;
tonight we take Berlin.
The world today is not new.
O, stale sky, pearl!
The Man turned out to be so much
less than his mate.
Balkan countries and Russia
have awesome new energy. Goodbye,
west imperialists, swine,
pederasts, thieves;
we all lined up for Lenten.
Jesus didn’t die
for Patti Smith’s sins,
but for mine. Which
I didn’t mind
in the least, by the way.
I’d had a gut full o’ both o’
them sissies.
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