of wool and ignorance

they won't even stop and read

what i have written...

  as if the problems of the world

  do not concern them and their

  fanciful suits made of the

                          purest wool...

 

i laugh at their ridiculous thousand

dollar purchases

  ... wearing a sheep's a*s hair

  proudly, as if this assinine display

  of power were worth more than the

  ragged clothes which allow rats to

                   bite my skin at night...

 

those nights when I crouch under my

  sign and feel protected regardless

  of the blood which leaks from my

                               legs and side.

 

the end of the world is coming soon

  and the miserable masses echo on

  as though jesus

                               will save them.

 

 

 

but he won't.

 

would that they'd read...

           listened, even...