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Pain In The Ass | Poetry

The Flame of Emalf: Digital Art by Shawn Michel de Montaigne

Far too many of you bend over every day and cry,

"Please, sir, may I have another?"

Your daily cowardice is as much a reason why

the earth is dying as any polluting fossil fuel corporation.

Sorry if you don't like that, but there it is.



The directive is to be nice.


Don’t offend.

Don’t challenge.

Don’t cry when kicked or abandoned.

Always pretend everything is okay.

And be sure to pay purveyors of said bullshit money.

Lots and lots of money.


Complaining isn’t okay.

Those screwing you don’t like to hear it.

They want praise.

They want squeals of delight.

They want promises of happiness and light.

They don’t like their rape to be called what it is.


Fighting back is bad manners.

Raising a fuss is frowned upon.

No one likes a gloomy Gus!

No one likes a boat rocker!


They think I’m a pain in the ass now?

They ain’t seen nothin’ yet.


From Fractalverse: Volume Four


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Digital Art: The Flame of Emalf by yours truly