it's lonely out here

in the deserts beyond consensus and complicity


but I wouldn't have it any other way


I'm tired of being treated like a boy

by gloryhounds who aren't fit to lick my shit

off a bathroom tile


you lazy conservative status-worship fuckholes

have a hell of your own


and whatever shit I'll face out here in the wilds

at least I'll have earned it on my own


I'll go down my own man and my own artist

and let the Mystery-That-Animates-All-Creation

do what he/she/it will


I'll go down my own person

and that trumps mere loneliness every time...



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