Reformed Drunk

I want to get fucked up...

I think now, all that drinking

was a lot because of anger.

I didn't want to be like others,

even way back. Even way back,

civilization was sliding into the dark.

Conformity...wasn't that a meme

of the Fifties? Stepford wives?

Of course it was...now it's become

accepting everyone fanatically

fragmented into whiny trivial

diversity, with the right to collect

whatever they can get from their

self flagellating victimization.

Is 'dis a civilization?

Of course it's not.

I conquered my vices, or, 

they fell off of me like 

snakeskin I was too big for. 

Only one emotion anymore:

hysteria; whether joy-like

hate-like, head-in-the-sand

like. 

Life is passing so fast in front

of our eyes there's no time to

digest what is really happening.

Yes, "America is Number One!"

in this way too. We are the bad

example for the rest of the world.

I'd like to say "Fuck America!"

like I did on my front porch

in Denver a decade ago

before I moved to Mexico.

It was already too late then.

I think I'll just get pizza.