Perfect and unwanted

[monkeypudding]

This gift
This gift
This wretched, heaving pus filled gift
This throbbing necropolis
This sun drenched bliss
This calloused epiphany

This gift
This gift
This hunch back in high heels
This electric chair erection
This gutter ball of heartbreak
This joyous poison

I don’t know anyone who
Ever asked to be here
Except for all of us
Starving for
This gift

Full of paper cuts and
Blow jobs
Overpriced oil changes
And dog shit on your mother’s coffin

This gift
Of a horse in a cankerous mouth
Of door to door, door salesmen
So full and meaningless
So vile and radiant
So perfect and unwanted
By heaven and the angels

Yet we stick out
Like the heroic platypus
Unable to recognize ourselves
In the mirrors of each other

Like cockroaches and tapeworms
We stick it out
Except for the ones who don’t
Who get sick

Of the bullshit
Of seeing David Hasselhoff’s face
In the cheese dip
Of being continually haunted
By the memory of mommy’s
Drive in hand jobs and the tickle
Of fur lined bible belts on our genitals

Except for the ones who
Can see it as a gift
As a jack in the box full of cobras
An infomercial Jesus
A tar sand Mohammed

Fuck the dead
Reject it all
A virus will save us
Eat the souls of ghosts