Hitler Dick

 

Hitler Dick

 

Somebody’s beating the hell out of

the soda machine

because it took their money

and then didn’t give them a soda back

 

That’s the civilized agreement we have with these things

money goes in the machine

and the soda come out

but that didn’t happen this time

 

it almost never happens that way anymore

that machine’s all fucked up

it takes the money and keeps the soda

 

that’s how machines work now in the Trumpverse

there’s no compassion, vegan decency, or common sense

civility’s been Shake N Baked and the die hards are voting for death

while the rest of us stand around gasping in dirty pajamas and horror

(if you were wondering about why the machine….)

that’s why somebody’s beating the hell out of it

 

These things can’t be allowed to continue in such manners

Roy Moore is standing at the plate, freeballing America

fuck you, baseball season

That machine has got to go

 

You put your money in and

Hell comes out

but no soda

and no money

all that beating and nothing, no change

 

Everyone’s crazy

Everyone’s misquoting Arnold Schwarzenegger in Total Recall

and forgetting about Emilio Estevez

Everyone’s dying behind porch light

and fucking beneath iphone blankets

Everyone’s gloating or shamed

 

and that goddamn machine keeps taking all the money

giving back empty space where the promise of actual soda’s

supposed to be

 

I get thirsty, just thinking about it

 

Sometimes everything you have is just 75 cents

and when you invest everything you’ve got into something

and that something tells you to fuck off

using the language of silence and empty space

or the actual words

 

it’s easy to go nuts

such things accelerate the plunge

 

That was everything I’ve got!

you scream at the machine

Give me something back!

 

While the machine just stands there with its soul castrated

says nothing

everything is religiously followed and meaningless

everything is nothing

 

and because it’s all nothing

the machine’s decided

you don’t need that soda

or companionship

or love

 

that stuff is for people who think like the machine tells them to think

you don’t think like the machine thinks

ergo: you don’t deserve that shit

 

Fuck you and your 75 cents worth of everything

You never properly earned that 75 cents in the first place

so I’ve taken it back

and you’re not getting your soda

because the soda doesn’t want you anymore

 

so go off and go cry/weep for a long time about that

 

I’d maybe offer you water

but I don’t have any water on me

and the water that I have got

I wouldn’t give it to you anyway

so that would just be mean of me

the machine says

to offer you something I’ve never intended to give you

but screw it, you look so sad

 

Would you like some water?

 

Yes please, we all whisper to the machine at different times

guts cried out and pissed upon

protesting between old shoe boxes

sweating out hard rage and madness and fumes

 

Sorry, I don’t have any water

the machine reports back

no water for you

All the water these days has been set aside

for rich real estate assholes with bad credit and

grown men who’ve been banned from the mall

 

in a reality like this, everything just goes spinning

 

Titanic is the Karate Kid of floating boat movies

Float on

Float off

 

So long, Jack

 

Their lives together put a down payment

on a shower curtain

and when they divorced

two bathroom floors

took turns

being wet

 

while whoever was beating that soda machine

kept beating

because they’d just put everything they’d had in it

and nothing came out

 

they kept beating

bang

ker crunch pop

powpowpowpow

 

and I sat there in a room just down the hall, screaming

 

Get that motherfucker

Hating everything is not a sustainable life style!

It’s their turn now

(I’m so fucking lonely)

 

Take em’ down!

Crotch punch it in the swastika

Hitler’s dick won’t win tonight!

 

(I want my Diet Coke!)

 

Get em!