Confederate Currency

put your opinions online

and the trolls gather as if

you’ve pissed in their Trix and

you bless them all Irish-like and

console them by telling them

their responses have the value

of Confederate currency

but the memory of humanity

is always so f*****g short

because by the year of the

moon landing, everyone had

forgotten who had put the

hole in that orange cat

who loves lasagna, even

though that was a decade

off, a twinkle on the

head of a pin, but like

sinking ships that

throw stones, the lime

is muddled in with the mint

and so goes the memory

down the furnace hole and

you just can’t remember

if you s**t some bricks or

you s**t in some grits but

then again, you pissed in

some troll’s Trix and again

currently, you said their

opinions were Confederate

currency, worthless and

mirthless in this time of

abject f*****g weirdness…

 

the assassin could make sense

of any messy missive, even with

the noose tied around his throat…

 

this might be beyond that

fuckhead’s comprehension

though, but like him and his

legacy, this will be disseminated

into the purple rain revolution hole…

 

the end, maybe?