reconstruct
for the Little Sparrow of 39th Street
jason ryberg
Some people
seriously need
to step back and re-evaluate
their bass-ackwards
social fetishes and faux pieties
(always riddled, it seems,
with more than the daily
recompensable allowance
of escape clauses and hypocrisies
necessary to maintain
something even close
to resembling a consistent
moral continencey);
specifically,
that demographic
that identifies itself (profusely,
ad nauseam-ly), as being the biggest
sky cult/death cult on the block,
endowed with hugest,
most massive
divining rod
and most righteously
and peripatetically engorged
with the divine right
to lay hands upon
who and whatever it so deems
as falling under its dominion
and domain
(which pretty much includes
everyone and everything)
as well as being
most morally fit
to ladle out the healing blood
and sweetbread stew
rendered from one of the many
one true gods
available to the terminally fearful
and estranged of the earth.
And all
with which to more
efficiently demonize,
dehumanize
and goddamn themselves
and each other,
respectively,
to the unconscionable
and unthinkable
life sentence
of a life crippled
and traumatized
by the violent ain’t-intellectual insemination
of the virulent seed of guilt
and eternal suffering (as in
forever and ever
without end, amen)
for such abominable and
cosmic offenses
as lust, masturbation
and adultery.
Really,
why don't you all just repent,
reboot and
reconstruct
you sick fucks.
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