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Source:
Adults
Author:
John Michaelson
Title:
Manifesto
This is our manifesto,
our battle plan,
our moral blueprint.
We’ve checked out of your
material nightmare world
and now we’re ready to
forge your coffin nails.
We sharpen our lances
on your myth of celebrity,
grow toxic cultures
on your scandalous expenses claims.
Our own banker has been decapitated,
and we’ve sucked the flesh
from his greedy finger bones.
Health and safety inspectors
hang like game from our attic rafters.
Indian givers and promise breakers
we’ve pulverised and used as fertiliser
for our Triffids.
Salesmen pound their fists
against our cellar hatch
and we feed them
fossilised dog turds
and thrash their genitals
with rusty pawnshop golf clubs.
Our gables are festooned
with the entrails of lifestyle coaches.
We’ve built a picket fence
with the femurs of executives.
We’ve honed your Jimmy Choo
stilettos into ice-picks.
We hunt both night and day.
And nothing you can say or do
will ever make us falter.
Our disbelief is no longer suspended,
it now lies shattered on the ground.
Our eyes are fire pits,
our mouths are rifle barrels,
our hearts are supernovas.
And we’ll grind you down for shark bait,
darken our doorway at your peril.
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