The 13th

It’s Friday again, the thirteenth

day of the seventh month

of the year two thousand

and eighteen

and we don’t need scary movies anymore

nothing is more violent

nothing is more vicious

nothing is more inhumane

nothing is scarier

than seventeen years

of war

and the countless years that lay ahead

and the roses are always red

and we always talk a good talk

but our walk certainly says

“fuck the dead”

and we’re always quite well fed

on exactly what we want to hear

to keep us from shedding

even a single tear…

but even if we cry,

by the millions

the people will still die

and we will still be hiding

behind our hockey mask

signing our souls away

to the taxman

to Uncle Sam

and the pen

is the smoking gun

in our our hand

and we all still believe in

united we stand

and we all still believe in

scary movies

and we all still believe in

monsters

and we should

because we are one,

united

terrorizing the world

hiding behind

our hockey masks.

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About soitgoes1984

I live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean in the Hawaiian Kingdom which is currently illegally occupied by the American government. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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