UnCultivated (The End of America)
Fuck your cult and
Fuck your cult and
Fuck your cult and
Fuck you too and
Fuck you too and
Fuck you too and
Fuck your racism fearful of all things but that tiny corner of your bed where you curl like a lip quivering and biting down hard on
hate
Fuck your Leader and
Fuck your Leader and
Fuck your Leader and
Fuck your Leader
Who feeds you the vile vitriol of self-loathing and wordless isolation so you can drive around in your bubble truck phobic flags and hate
fags
Fuck your ego and
Fuck your ego and
Fuck your ego and
Fuck your ego
And the sheer sound wall of anger it exacts from your disordered soul like a sea of legos from your childhood that daddy didn’t let you
love.
L.O.