Neu! Boots Are Made For Walking DAY FORTY-THREE – Tamar Yoseloff


Sump on the blink, dumping
sewage over dirt, brown
on brown; we’re submerged
in a mire of filth, big stink.

It pumps from your mouth,
your rump, scum that rises
fast and sticks, dirty tricks,
a load of shit you sell it –

fools’ gold, chip off the old
cock sucker, mother fucker
where do you get off . . .
get off this earth before

you throw it. Tub thump,
rumpty tump, you blow
a fuse, a furious fart,
you tear the earth apart

and we suck it up, chumps,
your faithful chimps
trashing the House.
No quick fix.

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