Chris G. Vaillancourt

We Are Master

We are garbage mouthed corporate fucks
sitting around a table. Spread before us

are charts and graphs that we are
jacking off each other over. So excited

in our plans to build another building.
Fuck the poor. Fuck the struggling. Let

them be moved to welfare districts. They
are not people, they are fleas to be contained.

Distressful rabbits needing to be skinned.
Unsavoury bastards needing to be dismissed.

We don't care about those we pretend not
to notice. We do not love unwashed bodies

when we sit like fucking morons in some
concrete and steel mentality. Waving our

bank accounts as if this justified our
stinking souls. If the poor become too

much of an issue, start a war and send
them there to die. Sit on toilets of gold

social standing taking a collective shit
into the cesspool of the world. Be advised

we have the law on our sides. We not only
can take away your home, we can erase

your will to be a man. We can slip plastic
bags over your heads and watch you

struggle to survive. We don't care. We are
too busy sucking the cocks of the men

above us so that we may advance in
social standing. We are content to slip

away our sense of moral outrage as we
swallow the semen of surrender. Let us

all forget the cuts and scratches we
receive each and every day of our

useless living. Let us not bring to
mind the striving of the celestial soul

as we bend over and get dry fucked
in our asses by the right-wing thinking

dickheads we have decided to worship.
We spend their tax dollars on building up

our personas. We use their money to
create a world class Armed Forces. Fuck

the people if they want universal social
recognition. Fuck them if they want to

live with dignity and pride. We are the
corporate bastards that make the decisions

on what they will buy. We are the braindead
perpetuators of their funeral like cries.

We are what we are. We are what we are.
We don't give a flying fuck how many

parasites we exterminate. Don't get in
our way as we erect a government that

promotes our elitist values. If you want to
be free of us, just fucking die already.

Over 200 of my poems have appeared in more than one hundred journals in the U.S. and Canada, in Japan and Australia, and the U.K, including: Real Angry Poets, Quills, Unfeigned Coffee Fiend, Detour Memphis, Why Vandalism?!, Plum Ruby Review, Vox Poetica, Outcry, The Hudson Review, Whisper, Poetry Space, Dangling Verbs, Writers Forum, Poesie, Cafe Del Soul, South Jersey Underground-Issue 6, Protest Poems, Poetry Stop, P&W, elffin&elffa;, and many others. I have had a series of chapbooks published in the 1980's by 4 Winds Press, such titles as "Doors and Windows", "Dancing in the Eighties" and "Slow Burn". I have had four poetry books published, "Teardrop of Coloured Soul" "I Walk Naked into a Cloud", "the Rushing Stream of Desires", and "A Yellow Sunshine Night".

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