Poetry: Die Already (Let me be Your Idol)
By Nic Custer Jan 2010
—With a rebel yell
i cry, "buy, buy, buy."
Come when i yell,
and die, die, die.—
Let me enlist your ears:
I want to be your idol.
because the ideal is undead.
It never lived outside
your head.
It said smile
your brightest, but
I'm armed to the teeth.
It said money is god
but ive lost all belief.
I fight flag worship
'cause they're
the first to raise
nooses.
And i brave the cold
praying for a loosey.
Don't fuck with me.
cause I want you!
dead or alive.
Lead footed, palm loaded,
following tracks
strewn with dollar signs.
But
I am blind like
justice.
I am comforting like
warm blood.
I'm double-barrel,
double-fisted
and I sweat bullets
in the graveyard.
I pledge allegiance to the
White faced dead,
wallets
seeping red.
With a tattered flag and
balls of blue,
this is the night
I'm coming for you.
(From the collection Delirium, Delirium.)
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