The trap sprung.
Bye bye
baa baa
to the white
sheep with the
shoelace in her heart,
to little old me who believed
the machine one last time
when it whispered,
"That can't be real."
I failed the only IQ test
that matters.
I failed the test of faith,
duty, obligation.
I failed.
I'm the dumb dumb
who evolved from TDS to
MAGA to anti-communist to
anti-Zionist, but the meta-
morphosis won't
matter when
the toll
of
twenty
years a married
woman comes due.
The moneychangers
under the electronic tent
demanded their usurious
interest, their toe
tag price tag
for a heavy
hand
on
the snooze button,
and the fatal flaw
has been replicated
in every cell
of my
body,
the bioweapon
replicated in
every cell
of every
pin
cushion
heart
of millions
and millions
of ordinary
people.
Mothers,
fathers,
children,
whole families
driven underground.
We drop like
livestock at the
slaughterhouse.
We've been counted out
of history, biology, unnatural
selection, the forgotten flotsam
of a statistic to rival the black
plague and bird flu, the fleshy
pavement over which the
destiny of the human
race was forever
altered by the
brutal hands
of the
most
evil
despicable
merciless
haters of life
to ever walk the earth.
You don't have to starve a population if
you can get them to starve themselves.
You don't have to sterilize a population if
you can get them to sterilize themselves.
You don't have to kill a population if
you can get them to kill themselves.
Genocide is a monstrous project.
This is the prayer of the Wicked.
No one wants to be born
into the generation
that sees the end
of the world,
and yet
here we are.
February 7, 2024
