Bad Words

It’s time to say the bad words.

It’s time to pull the trigger

on things we’ve been afraid of

and step past the bodies of our fears

into the new unknown.

Break the protective circles

drawn around our heads

by cell towers,

and Wi-Fi routers,

like unholy halos.

Burn the consecrated

mortuaries

of the vain.

The whoremongers,

and Hollowood style hawkers

who cry out from every screen.

Spit on the protected class.

Proto-political mealworms

pupating into cockroaches

so they can survive

the next nuclear holocaust.

Fuck ‘em if they can’t take a joke.

And fuck ‘em if they can.

Fuck the daily news cycle,

because with ever flick

of its lying tongue

it gave the wave

to every know-nothing actor,

comedian,

and failed pro-sports celeb

to start their own hit parade.

Cut off the dragon’s head

and that motherfucker multiplies.

Each head less funny than the last.

Four million podcasts,

all preaching the gospel

of “Me! Me! Me!”

I thought we were past this.

But no.

We’re still caught in the throes

of forty-something teenage angst.

Kids all fucked up and confused.

Taking drugs to change their gender,

while their parents fight about

who should be the next Spider-Man,

and whether Disney did Luke Skywalker dirty.

No praise and all pain.

Shotgun to the dick mentality.

We’re standing on the edge

of the fucking universe

and just pissing into infinity.

No gratitude.

No hope.

‘Round and ‘round

on the self-licking ice cream cone

merry-go-round.

Where it’s all unicorns

and gay clowns,

and soccer moms

who trade crotch shots on OnlyFans

for slow-drip, pumpkin spice dopamine,

because they sold their souls to Amazon,

one click at a time.

Now,

they want to lock you up for bad words.

Your bad thoughts.

You dare step outside the algorithm?

Defy the golden calf of world currency?

Doubt “The Science”!?

Think critically?

Maybe don’t worship the ever-mutating face

of government and the corporate ruling class?

They want to fuck you,

and kill you,

and eat you,

and everyone you love.

You’re cattle.

Just high maintenance heifers

in the long line

to the slaughterhouse.

Yeah.

They made you afraid of bad words,

so that you wouldn’t speak against them.

And it worked.

It worked perfectly.

Well… almost.

Some of you won’t shut up.

Some of you won’t be quiet.

Some of you understand

that once they take your guns,

take your words,

take your food and property,

and take your kids,

then they can make you do anything.

Like fight an insane war

that lasts

forever,

and ever,

and ever.

Evil is real folks.

Fucking trust me on that one.

And the only way to fight evil,

which is a lie,

is with the truth.

Sometimes, speaking the truth

will cost you a lot in this world.

But we must be able to speak

if we are going to fight evil.

So, say all the words.

Even the bad ones.

DJR – 2024