This poem contains excerpts from “The Hollow Men” by TS Eliot , “Pour le (se ge te) CGT” by Rod Smith, and Kanye West referencing “Strange Fruit,”  a poem by Abel Meeropol, which was also sang by by Billie Holiday and Nina Simone, and lastly, “paper plane” by M.I.A. Thank for listening. 

ALL OUT WITH BANG BANG

This is the way the world ends

This is the way the world ends

This is the way the world ends

Not with a bang but a whimper.

But I wanna go out

ALL OUT with BANG BANG

My love,

All I want is your body part

in my fucking body part

But I’m told planned parenthoods are selling fetus parts now a days

SOLDÉ

The Summer Sale is here

and the town square is covered in body parts

SOLDÉ

Another town square is shot up & Forever 21

is the victims’ forever-age

SOLDÉ

My life is sold to the capitalism, exchanged with paper currency

& I exchange my paper life

with the made-in-sweat-shop dresses

SOLDÉ

I am SOLD on the idea

that capitalism will always prevail

We work too hard

We’re too tired

to fall in love.

Therefore we must

overthrow the government.

We work too hard

We’re too tired

to overthrow the government.

Therefore we must

fall in love.

We are too tired…

My love,

My tired soul requires instant rejuvenation

My tired soul needs anti-aging cream

My tired soul needs a lipstick to brighten up

my ashy face

I just need a pick-me-up,

But I’m told I need to wait for the next SALE season

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BREAKING NEWS

the camera zooms into a man walking down the street

in a suspicious manner

off-camera, the robot bomb goes BANG

& the concrete wall is spattered in

Orgasm Red

My love,

I see the blood on the leaves

I see the blood on the street

I see the blood on concrete

But the reality is too low resolution

& it’s buffering for like, forever

I see the blood on my hands…

I wanted to be part of the historical movement

But all I see is hashtag AVERAGE OUTRAGE

I wanted to change the world

But I’m told Lululemon changed the world

with their yoga pants

From the rooftops of the iphone factories

the workers fall like confetti

SOLDÉ

I wanted to be the salt of the earth

but all I’ve been doing is not going to the cinema

during national holidays to avoid mass shooting

SOLDÉ

I wanted to find a belief system I could devote my life to

But all I see is collection baskets and BANG BANG

SOLDÉ

I wanted to be at the pivotal moment of my generation

But all I see is

Bridal expos & I do I do

& All I want to do

BANG BANG BANG BANG

is to take your money.

My love,

I don’t want my death certificate to say “death by consumption.”

I want my death certificate to say

BANG BANG with blood spatter

My god, we need more bombs

we need more BANG BANG

My god, we need to love

We need more BANG BANG

My god

We need more body bags.


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