Literature
American-Made Gorilla Contraceptives
Writing these lines as i'm visiting Hollywood Boulevard, surrounded by the weary ghost of one Jeffrey Epstein, wearing a yellow holocaust badge, strung like cheap pearls around my snake-like neck; Seeing American idols, hollow gods, unfurling - Dreams in cellophane, desires in plastic wrap, Force-fed to a nation of imperial zombies, a sugar-coated trap. McDonalds' arches, ribcage of the beast, Franchise tentacles, reaching west to east, Burger baptizing souls, fries a greasy prayer, Golden arches rising where cathedrals once stood as an atelier. Poisoned Coca-Cola rivers, fizzing black and sweet, Drowning tongues in sugar, erasing the tongues they meet, Folklore drowned in corporate syrup, stories left to rot, Replaced by sitcoms, a mind-numbing plot. Hollywood's harpies, with silicone breasts, lips and lies, Preach beauty standards with dollar-sign eyes; Skin bleached alabaster, lips a crimson stain, Poisoning bedroom mirrors, driving beauty insane. Gorilla contraceptives, flung