Make Bunkers Great Again
Trump keeps his penis
where his heart should be
so when he stands
during the National Anthem
he palms his own genitals
His obedient catchphrase regurgitating followers
should be horrified,
for falling in line behind a TV show guy
who picks fights with Democratic Nations
while praising Oligarchs and Dictators
embraces the same political beliefs
as organized white supremacists
A guy who treats the truth like a desperate
porn-star-trying-to-get-a-slot-on-his-TV-show
and is capable only of discussing every goddamn thing
in the world he ever talks about in terms of
greatest or worst
as if everything in between didn’t exist
and uses the bible on people who believe
in those things to justify
internment camps, legitimize racism,
and defend Putin’s misinformation plot
to bring down America and the EU
[Historical Note:] Putin’s winning now, bigly
(Putin’s winning so much, he’s tired of winning)
and Trump’s followers should feel horrible
about following the kind of guy
that would allow this to happen for the sake of narcissism,
the kind of guy
who would do all these things
while palming his own penis
at The American Flag
(fuck)
Fucking people,
Knock it off already, stop bending over
in all the wrong ways for that dude
That slush show of historical throat chops
(save us, Liam Neeson-lingus!)
This goddamned reality
overpopulated w/ chumps
and stop asking me what my plans are for the day
at the weed store
when I’m standing at the counter trying like hell
to hold everything together
I’m at the weed store before 10:00 in the morning
and the world’s crumbling towards a self inflicted destruction
I just want to grab a couple grams of shake
and get the hell out of there
That’s as far as my broken heart’s capable of planning
Why they gotta go and ask me what I’m planning on doing for the rest of the day?!
Do they really give a shit? No. It’s just something they automatically say to everyone
who walks up to any counter
It’s pre programmed banter, they’re following the corporate script book
Well, don’t try to pull me in there, because I ain’t gonna go
That kind of chit chat
that’s the kind of chit chat
that leads to madness
Do they really want to know how I actually plan on spending the rest of my Saturday?
They don’t. I know this. Because a couple of times I actually told them
I’m going to go home, smoke this, and spend the next 36 hours
sitting on my futon reading The Death of Democracy and The Idiot,
fight off a couple of panic attacks, debate quietly with myself
about whether or not it’s worth masturbating, eat a bunch of spinach dip,
watch 10 episodes of The Six Million Dollar Man,
and scribble things down in my notebook
until I pass out
I say these things, and
Fuck me,
because they’re horrified
Nobody wants to hear an answer like this
Not in the just-follow-the-script atmosphere
of the customer/employee counter top conversation environment
I’m a hermit, goddamn it
Don’t ask me about my plans
I stockpile Bela Lugosi movies
and buy my Moleskin notebooks
in bulk
I’m supposed to say: What am I doing? I’m going to
take a cake decorating class at the Y, have brunch at
the brunch store with an old college friend, and then meet up
with my fellow Bungy Jumping Club members
because we’re going to bungy jump off some goddamn thing
or maybe I’m going to a bbq or a bbq’s coming to me
or any goddamn thing that has anything to do
with being present somewhere with a bbq
So there!
Does that make you happy?!
That’s the shit the script dictates we do
That’s what they expect you to say
You’re going to a bbq? Awesome.
My sister’s going to a bbq. All right.
We must be the same”
They love that
When you tell them you’re going to go home and
spend the rest of the day feeling bad about stuff
they make a face like you’ve just ruined everything
like you’ve just taken a really awkward shit
in their dad’s swimming pool
in front of their mom
(and their parent’s marriage up until this point
was always shaky at best)
so FUCK, that’s not my fault
and I swear I’m not ‘trying’ to be an asshole
just don’t ask me if I’ve got ‘big plans’
for the rest of the day
How is anyone supposed to answer a loaded question
like that?
The future is a history book starring the rise
of a brand new Hitler
and I’m mourning the old days
when everything felt like Brautigan
and if this is the end of the world
I’m gonna need a hat like Heston walks around wearing
in Soylent Green
and a cane like the one Lon Chaney Jr.
picked up at the cane store in The Wolfman
If this is the end of the world
I’m gonna need a magic duffle bag
that’ll hold all my notebooks, my action figures,
the library, my dvd’s, a couple of guitars,
Steve Marin’s thermos, every memory ever made…..
and a solid bunker within underground
walking distance
to your bunker
Because,
Everything ends:
Tv shows
democracy
you being naked
and when all that happens
when everythings ending
we’re hard wired to jump into
the immediate protocol of survival
We retreat to our designated bunkers
our species last resort
so that’s what I do
I’ve been down here for a long while now
It’s lonely and it smells like whiskey,
damp comic books, and fabreezed spam
It’s ruthless, this life, and
of course we fight
but most times we lose, and after all that losing
We all retreat inside our own bunkers
Alone
Which is bullshit, because
What’s the point
of having a bunker
if I can’t share that bunker
with you
Multiverse Johnson 