| Right Before Our Eyes: A "Poim" |
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| Written by John Kuebler | |
Come down here to colonize
us and enslave us—
damn your white skin!
Great hairless sexless
things. No eyes to see,
no ears, no nose,
no fingers even nor toes
to feel with.
No tongues for taste
or talking by—you use
instead those massive
triangulish craniums
to communicate
your gloomy message
of mind bending
intellectual doom.
On Speer Boulevard,
in the sacked city
of the high plains,
you dance the
celebratory twostep
of your impending conquest.
No areol nor jellyroll,
no dick to differentiate
you. One leads the other
in an alien outside turn,
free arms raised to the skies—
the pestilence which bore you.
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