Wanted
to stick it inside of you, but wasn’t sure how you’d feel about that
My
words come back to me in waves of mediocrity and I’m reminded of Paul Simon and
how he’s now retired from the music business
Sometimes
I am a parser of words, other times I’m just Charlie and that’s okay too
We
break new ground when we step outside of our steam-shovel-heads and stop
cowering in our comfort zones of disuse and unrhymed panty heists
I
was writing about my bathroom habits when I was twenty six and very little has
changed twenty plus years later
No
one much pays attention, but that’s par for the course when celebrity is
neither your forte nor your expressed goal
I
wanted to take a tour of America, but decided I’d wait till the orange pig
currently in the White House was either driven from office or tied to the mast
and dumped in the sea
Welcome
to the perfect storm that’s now the United States of Misery where white people
prove yet again how ineffectual they can be when they’re thinking only of
themselves and the hemorrhoids resting atop their slouching shoulders
I’ve
been a pissant since the day I was born and that’s alright because contemptible
people are oftentimes the only ones actually speaking truth to power
Wanted
to call you on the phone, but decided there was no point when we were already
sitting across from one another
You
bit into that corned beef sandwich like it was the best thing you’ve ever had
in your mouth and it made me jealous and it made me want you even more
I
will always tell the truth whether under oath or not. That’s just the way I’ve
always rolled and that will never change because truth will not fail you nor
will it take you for a ride.
Charles Cicirella
6/12/17
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