THE JIMMY MANIFESTO

We will repeat clichés like

"the best revenge is to live well."

We will not dream in a rage

for the remainder of our lives.

We will not plant kiddie porn

in his garden.

FILTH

Who cares

if we live our lives

in a sea of our own filth?

Scraps of sentiment

dust-glazed bones

bowels, oozing effluent

the seeping innards

of painters and poets.

Who cares if our lives

(the corporate ascent

rungs not mattering

nor meaning in themselves)

as an idling engine in a station

are spent? They are only

our lives.

It's not

as if

anyone

anywhere

gives

a shit.

(N. God Savage is in Belfast! Help him to get out!)