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.