He was picking through
a stack of razors
trying to find God
when he heard the weeping
of a thousand children
He stripped off his suit
and pranced
to the cemetery
where they were leaking puss
into an open grave
He pushed his cock
into the orifices
one
by
one
thinking it would help
knowing that it wouldn't
And as this was happening
the dead awoke
from their slumber
and they shouted at him
with their muffled words
but didn't dare do anything
otherwise
When he was finished
he put his clothes
back on
placed his hands on his hips
and smiled
for the camera
in the sky
as the sea of gravestones
resumed its peaceful
contentment
Tuesday, September 10, 2013
Why So Serious?
Labels:
necrophilia,
poetry,
politics,
Syria,
the dark knight,
the joker,
war,
zombies
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