#48 Spin

As Is What Was is a collection of poems created with no thought at all. None. There is no control over grammar, sound, rhythm, idea, or anything really. Why? I thought it would be fun. Is it insane? Absolutely.


Spin doctors and monetary patients

Age related incidents

For the older generations

Murder porn parties

In the new systems

While the animalistic agenda runs riot with a victory

So they’ll be setting up the cabinet next year

And the one after that

They’re piling on the motorcade brandishing bats

And berets

Thinking patched orders and emblems

Are the signs of guerrilla warfare


They’ve never seen a gorilla in the wild

So they don’t the old affairs

Sitting in the jungle

Whiling away yet another second

Of forensic collection

Strapped in a museum

Feather duster far fetched

Collecting straw and sawdust

From another bad harvest


They’re after all callers

Night cunt grabbers

Spat on the toaster

Of electrocuted minds

Man they’re sick

Man damned tickled

Running to the hive

Catch another shiv

In the back of a hide

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