"The brain may devise laws..."

                                           from a time past and more verdant

a new poem from charles moocowski

desert squint

i wake up in the morning
to hear the same news
about the human race
the sky is falling
because humans need a hustle
billions of dollars spent on games
for the masses
while millions go to bed
hungry every night
am i supposed to participate in
this vaudeville of despair
i dont think so
i suppose by now
the last 30 vaquitas are dead
since the mexican fishing mafia
are netting fish for their bladder
to get some greasy yen from
some greasy chinese impotent bastard
nuke'm all


"The brain may devise laws for the blood,
but a hot temper leaps over cold decree."
                                  Wm. Shakespeare