All institutions are built on a pile of skulls.

Because you said it wasn’t worth it…
I’m not sure what is worth it?
I have swam down your Niles and jumped on your band wagons.
Though I never was part of the band.
I don’t even play an instrument.
Then again I don’t think anyone on the wagon did.
It wasn’t very popular at the time.
It was easier to swallow your booze
with a chaser of lies
and drown within ourselves
than to shoot out honesty on strings and wind or keys and boards.
I never believed in you.
I can’t be entirely confident that you ever believed in yourself.
You were built on lies and contradictions.
A too-proud fallacy.
Well I am bigger than you.
I am bigger than “America” and her dreams.
So fuck you and your white picket fences.
Your silly pipe dreams.
Your convenience. Your prince charmings. Your slaves. Your lies.
Your two-hundred dollar jeans.
Your wanna-bes.
Your marijuana.
Your drug-induced fantasies.
Your medications. Your suicides…
We are built on blood and bones.

~ by carik on March 6, 2008.