Smiling Pile of Poo

Mr. Drinky is coming . . . Oy!
IT’S Time to get SOUSED!
Time to get pickled, oblivious,
Plastered, and f***in’ black-out.

Weather the foul miasma
In a smoky funk —
Wither and wane like an inebriate
Monk. Drunk as a skunk!

God’s wobbly and piqued —

A bit distracted — allowing the hate
And destruction
To bake in to the point of no return.
Mr. Drinky is coming . . . Oy!

Please make us forget.

What I’m Reading:

We have seen a nation punished for another nation’s genocide. And we have seen God employed as a real-estate agent, bestowing Jerusalem houses to Brooklynites.

— Mohammed El-Kurd / Perfect Victims and the Politics of Appeal