Written When we were Dying like flies and most Americans couldn’t have cared LessPosted: October 3, 2012
My holy hating heart
Beating out a tune of Hendrix’s cherry red
In all of Jagger’s Chelsea Drug stores
It’s Hot, it’s real hot, it’s about 105 degrees.
Come on America and suck it.
Suck that virus America.
Come on and suck the virus you gave New York and San
Come on and suck the virus you thought was so funny
Suck that virus or I’ll fucking stab you with my blood
Stab you with my blood in Bob Dole’s corny Kansas
Stab you with my blood in Gross Point and Great Neck
Stab you in Stone Mountain Georgia and in every molehill in
Stab you with the red fulminations of a thousand fevered
dreams in a thousand filthy hospitals
Stab you with the sweet and pungent excrement of sick,
distended bellies churning a gruel of drugs and rage
Stab you with the evil emanations of Jagger’s saintly Devils, cursed by Mother Mary, nursed by Sister Morphine.
Stab you with the liquified remains of the biggest rats on
the Lower East Side
Stab you with New York’s subwayed, smelly air
A gaseous witch’s brew of tuberculosis and tenements and
urine soaked alleyways
I’ll stab you for Angie and I’ll stab you for David Bowie
I’ll Stab you for Ruby Tuesday and I’ll stab you for Freddie
I’ll stab you with the fevered night of the summered city
I’ll stab you with my sweat and all my seething secretions
I’ll stab you. I’ll stab you.
Come on Amerika and Die like a fag.
Copyright, David Gottfried, 1995