The Abraham Lincoln brigade
Chicago Seven
Allen Ginsberg
All lined up in the painting the third of may
Goya to
Bernouli
And all the ratio of velocity to pressure
That stretch
All their consideration
To be wasted in the most brief
Not even masturbatory but mere momentary comfort
Like air conditioning and water slides
A pump
Was it ever good for a thousand years like some say
The fact they made it a thousand years is pure fucking luck
Just mammalian species averages
Sin
And the whole thing reeks of these genetic paradigms, society needing a savior, whatever
I cant concentrate because of all of it
Bad electricity
Electricity that was better off on silver or copper
It never gets quiet
And how can you resent ignorance
Because its not ignorance
Its short sighted greed