Hail Mary full of Grace

[ube86]

I was on a raft
on the whorling tempest
of the fake reality known
as the net
when I stumbled upon a lake
a pond
a repository of ones and zeros
then when looked at properly
arranged itself
into a place I have not visited in over a year
and suddenly I realize
that there is a place in this faux existance
where memories of me are on display
where I am on display
you can see the pedestal I used to stand on
you can see the pedestal cracking
and you can see me lying in the mud
you can see the death of this idol
and the internment into earth
you can see me exhumed
and smeared with blood and excrement
you can see me forced to shoulder all the pains and woes of the creator
like a modern atlas
you can see me demonized and set aflame
and you can see it all as art
art that has a corrolary in the frightening world of reality
art that was perhaps sold
I was sold
I was sold for ten pieces of silver
and the art is not even accurate
other than the red suspenders
and the shaved head
oh if she could only see me now!
There is no azalea in my hand,
no nietzche primer in my bag
no suspenders on my back
and no blame to shoulder
but oh how that art does remain
and SHE has not forgotten
the memories she created remain
smeared with placenta and fecal matter
burning on the horizon
with a black globe on it's back
and a devil's sneer

Fuck that.
I am not your repository for bleak feelings
I am not the cause of the problems in your life
and I will not be your scapegoat.

Fuck that.