Beer
drink beer
drink this kind of beer
because you are thirsty
and because it hurts to be a primate
with an overdeveloped cerebral cortex
on a dying world in a sea of blackness
and because these people are playing volleyball in swimsuits
and drinking beer
BUY STUFF
Buy stuff because your parents never loved you
not really
and because it will make the TV happy
and because everyone understands how to be a person
except you
BUY STUFF
The bone monsters are clicking together
to the shrill canned laughter of ’80s sitcoms
and the whales are so full of plastic
that their eyes bulge out like bullfrogs
and the booming fog horns of the garbage barges
say “you are alone”
BUY STUFF
Shut up hippie and go get me a latte
give me your white bison dreamguide
so we can curb stomp it and take its hide
go get a degree and get me a latte
and change into a suit
you’ve got blood on your clothes
and your wings are almost featherless
BUY STUFF
You are ugly you are ugly
you are ugly you are ugly
as sure as my bones are screaming
and my hands are horrible
and the rainforests are a parking lot
and the pop songs are all the same
and the pop stars are all the same
and the world is coated in crude oil
and the angels are dead
you are ugly
BUY STUFF
so that they’ll love you
BUY STUFF
to kill the pain
BUY STUFF
to drown your mother’s voice
BUY STUFF
to wage war on the inevitable
BUY STUFF
to hide from your mortality
BUY STUFF
to make the Bastards richer
BUY STUFF
to finally be good enough
BUY STUFF
because it’s all they’ve left you
BUY STUFF
you are alone
BUY STUFF
BUY STUFF
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