by William Skink
thank you for the food we purchased from the store thank you for the safety this side of the door thank you to the uniform who didn't charge my ass once he popped my plates for the likelihood of grass I'm thankful that the Bota Box doesn't fuel my nights doesn't pull me down to bitch and moan and cry thank you for the puzzle pieces falling into place Legos, motherfucker these words cannot convey the scope of what they're aiming for and why it always fails thank you for the wind filling listless sails--
JC
Thank you for the puppet accounts
That give me endless joy
To spread misinformation and hate
To all end of the United States.
Thank you to our local Jew I troll
with endless glee.
I’m sure I’ll figure out this life it’s
just a synchromysticism away.
Until then I’ll bake conspiracies
and flame the extremist flames.