Holy Wars?

Holy shit!

Does that make sense?

Where is

this monster going?

One surely is

the loneliest number

but dharma's toughest

at the core.

50,000 lives

per hamburger helper;

the Samsarian wheel

is ridiculously precise.

What happens after

your spoke has peaked?

It's quite a plummet

towards unprecedented

nadirs as we're soon to see.

Ha! Nosterdam-ih-sizing.

Is that a word? - fuck it.

We're caught in

the putrid tide of this

regurgitation nation,

capitalist stirring stagnation.

"Generation X?!" -obscured

sheeple, too wrapped up

to think or worry

about anything

beyond the cellophane.

Jesus! Y? and Z?

What comes after Z

God damnit?

Maybe just a few

more millenia-eras.

What should we expect?

Psychologically profound,

"My God, my Com is down!"

these silly numbered dawns

we're in spawn

frightening apparitions.

Hollywood's apocalyptic dreams,

military schemes,

a church regime -

"Get me NASA please!"

Frightening death disease.

Clintons done us in?

Are we the joke

choking on petty

goods we squabble for;

greedily pushing the,

combine-like thrashing-

consumption contraption

over vast a precious soil,

devouring and scabbing

all and every

in its wake?

Soaking in its

malodorous siamese twin

we bask in

un-devoted leisure,

drink the seclusion

chained to fake theater

in a bellowing black box

with its metronome

commercials.

Addicted to sitting,

among all the rest.

Cocaine politics?

The pigs feast on sheep?

Fuck, bad grades

don't seem so bad.

"Oh yes! 'Friends' is on!"

Time takes care of everything;

for good or bad I guess.

Take your pick-karma sticks.

(moksha!)

Dean Moriarty hit

the world hard with

his weird friend Sal.

It'd be nice to wear

one face for awhile.

Four a day or more

wears like ocean floors

when you've got

no will or wit

inside witless chores.

The fitness fed specialist.

"But look at all this progress!"

This 100 year push,

preternaturally pillaging,

has lead up to atavistically

barbaric and fundamentally wrong

humanoid cloning.

The Bible blabs of bar-codes.

Maybe a shiny metal rocket

will be the next Ark.

Can I please be Noah?

History repeats and

empires deplete

into the dust beneath

their history book shadow.

Human nature -no, rather

just plain nature prevails.

Nietzschian thought

is as cold as the truth.

Where to end this? How to end?

What to end!