The Eaten Young (First Draft)
Children,
obey your parents
in the Lord
for Mr. and Mrs. Wright,
Mr. and Mrs. Jones,
and the McKinleys, the Dials, the Jamisons, the Browns, the Kierkegaards, the Abbotts…
Welcome to our generation,
a confused caste
of Entitled Warriors,
who are nosy, misguided,
composed of colored-paper skin
and matchstick bones.
We invite you to our feast
of rich delicacies:
Gadgets, Bluetooth, Apple, Google,
avocado toast, scales, pour-overs, Spotify,
social media
Platforms to dive into
an aqua world of networks,
authentic brands, markets sleazy or brutally honest.
Sit, enjoy,
no, no need to thank.
How could you?
Children,
obey your parents
in the Lord
for Mr. and Mrs. Wrigte,
the Hodgsons, Lopezes, Calhouns,
Forsythes, Finches, Berrys,
Halversons…
Your gratitude is worth nothing here.
We proudly bathe
in puddles, mud pies,
and live off rainwater and fresh basil.
How you adore watching us perform
on the vast stages:
The Offices, The DMVs, The Churches, The Dealerships
how you fix your marionette grins
as we purchase our vehicle tabs with pocket change
tear our insides from the outside,
assuring us,
“Anxiety is a state of mind.
Just breathe, get some fresh air, listen to beautiful music,
you’ll be fine.
Sit back, relax.
Let us share stories
of true American heroes.”
Children,
obey your parents
in the Lord
for Mr. and Mrs. President of the United States of America,
the Vice President, the Secretary of State, the President Pro Tempore,
the Majority and Minority Leaders, the Treasurer, the Deputy Secretary of Defense…
How reassuring,
shaking your heads at our foolish whining.
Naive, to listen to such incompetent
IDIOTS. DUMBASSES.
Shame on us for spitting at you,
at the world, the cruel banal earth,
for cleaning after ourselves,
starving for what’s good.
It can’t sustain us.
Justice. Retribution. Equality. Fairness.
The Least of Us have received our dues.
If the rest of us are smart,
we’ll awake, make your coffee,
smile, laugh, play house,
and let humanity be
listen to Mother Mary
That’s me! and her! and her!
Children,
obey your parents
in the Lord
for this is right.
It’s right.
It’s right.
It’s right.
It’s right.
Your Commandments:
- (1) Thou shall not murder thy brother, unless he deserves it.
- (2) Love is love is love is bullshit. Those fags, dykes, and tranny freaks have enough privilege.
- (3) Thou shall not disarm thy brother. We have every right to shoot you if you disobey us.
- (4) Thou shall not help thy brother unless he returns a favor. Everyone else is a freeloading socialist.
- (5) Thou shall not pervert the discourse with equality. Favoritism makes the world go round.
- (6) Remember the American Flag. Keep it holy and immaculate.
- (7) Thou shall not use America’s name in vain.
- (8) Honor thy burglars, thy rapists, Congressmen, tax collectors, thy elders, and thy hypocrites.
- (9) Always covet thy neighbor. Accumulate more than he. Rob him, if thou canst evade conviction.
- (10) Thou shall project thy transgressions onto those less fortunate, the victims, who should recognize their place. Reputation over impartiality.
Children,
consider the Lilies of The Field.
They are NOT as vital
as the kings, dukes, and world leaders.
They’re just useless plants
an obstacle
for the Housing Market.
this is right
this is right
this is right
Lift up your hearts.
Lift them to Us
and Your Lord and Savior.
I pledge allegiance
to nobody
just you
and a commodified symbol,
a jingo that wishes
we were consumed, extinct,
for wanting what’s noble
just, the lesser of any evil,
and for that, I have been cast with my fellow snowflakes
in a nationalist hell.
Serving an American God
in a greasy cauldron.
I trust our feast
met to your satisfaction.
Has it,
Mr. and Mrs. Wright?
Children,
obey your parents.
Sure.
Maybe.
No, no thank you.
