LUPIUM.
February 27, 2007
© Fred Dumpling. Redistribution is prohibited.
Stop the presses! It's the revival of an uprising
from the last century
and the one before that
of an oppressed people. Maybe they'll go away if
we step on them enough.
experiments in the locker room
to the bedroom under the sheets "making love"
it isn't love or love or-
it's a stupid thing. don't tell me it's that,
although it already is (and I know it)
Redefining what it means to love somebody—
it's ten times the pain that it seemed,
but it's such a beautiful thing.
I almost feel regret that I'm only playing you.
these aren't the results we expected
try it again and again "making love"
it begins to feel different "love" or-
"it's a stupid thing." forget everything I said.
I'm beginning to think (but I already knew)
Stop the presses! It's all spiraling down.
The war has hit its climax
and can now be called a war,
and the casualties will sky rocket
in dis crim inate ly.
better say your prayers better say your prayers better
keep the presses! we're going to hide it.
shift the evidence
to fabricate a suicide.
it's not the time to grow a conscience.
it's not the time to grow a conscience.
well, damn
I don't want to do this anymore
Redefining what it means to kill somebody—
it's ten thousand times the pain that it was before.
I'm too messed up to run away.
I'm sorry to end it this way, but at least you'll never know.
coating thick the villain's lungs with drops of silver
the most priceless poison that two hands can forge
locked in an intimate dance exchanging glances
Which poison killed him after all?