Must we hate because we love?
Or rather, pseudo-love, or maybe go through the motions of pretending we are enamored when we are an inch away from the killing stroke?
How did the states and the world allow a crazed lunatic who would just as soon kill you:
Black, brown, Asian, or white (nazi & kkk too)
While he is selling you snake oil or fucked up properties?
Why do you defend sick fucks?
And you ask me:
“Why do you believe in the democrats or the democratic process?”
Wow, that is some fuckin’ leap buddy
Try this on for size, as I don’t trust a fuckin’ one of ‘em
Take your politics and your zombie smartphone, and shamble off to believe the next lie and spit in my eye
All you need is love?
Me…I’ll take a little sugar and hate with my wicked brew.
Louis Marvin has been writing for the Snake Den Writer’s Nest Consortium ever since Dr. Jack “Diamondback” Veenum (herpetologist from the U. of Arizona) promised his two grandfathers in the John’s Green Gables restaurant in Phoenix on 24th Street. He is still infatuated with Roo Bardookie, who would just as soon poison him and leave him on top of an ant bed. He is published in newspapers, print, Amazon, and read a poem where the Gin Blossoms played in Tempe.
