4249. SHARKFIN SOUP

SHARKFIN SOUP

(totalitarian soapstone wherever)
There is a light in China that comes up with the

Sun; same place as us, always undone, never

finished cavorting, twisting and turning as the day

day runs its course. There's an Ai Wei Wei moment

in every blasted corpse. The prisoners cannot

move as their skin is peeled back.

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I'm all sick of that  -  I'm tired of power and damage

and rulings and strictures and soldiers and guards. I 

wish to run to the edge of some Forbidden City and

piss on the lancer in charge, spit on the face of the

almighty soldier standing his post in his place. All

this silence befits no one at all. Mute idiots are still

mute, and idiots too. China sinks with the rest of us.

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The whole globe is fetid matter now  -  power maneuvers

the sheets which cover the lines of corpses. The dicks in 

the White House drone on. We have to listen to drivel and

patois  -  the smoking shit of some Chicago fool, and like

shit out the back or piss out the front, there's really no

difference at all. I want to just walk away. Fuck you,

America, and China too, and for the rest, good riddance.