From the Notebook

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

The clock runs down as the dinosaurs ravage each other in a blaze of fury and spectacle,

Looking less like the masters of an apocalypse than the two-bit players of a cheap Vaudeville act.

The age of the fossils is belching its last noxious breaths,

And in due course, the aging reptiles with childish dreams of domination will be swiftly forgotten

As enough of the spectators — though not all, of course — finally admit they were never great to begin with:

We just put stupid old monsters on the stage for our distraction.

Then they overstayed their welcome…

One year from now, it will be a brand-new world.

Those who wish to control everything outside themselves won’t like it a bit,

And the people who subsist on fear and bullshit are presently withering into their graves.

There have been harder times than these,

And the sun still shines its light on everyone.

Viewed from the distance of time and space, this is but a passing moment, albeit a pivotal one.

It’s time to dance in defiance of the doddering demons who play God so badly,

And dare to hope for a better future.

Those who seek to suppress and dominate
Are the ones least in control themselves —
That truth has made itself abundantly clear.

The only thing you can ever manage is your own soul,
But you find that difficult, boring, and scary —
You’d rather fuck with everyone else’s instead.

Your toddler games fool no one:
You are an infantile fool lost in fantasy;
Your moral imperatives are a clear deception.

You may distort appearances to fit your fancy
But the laws of reality will never bend to your delusion,
And in no way will you ever command the soul of another.

For each life you think you’ve successfully restricted,
Another hundred, somewhere, are defying your madness
With their every breath and movement —
All power to them.

Your narcissism has been indulged for too long:
It’s time to attend to your own demons,
And stop playing the part to everyone else.

As your wrath and rage have been vicious and unsparing
I will spend the remainder of your existence
Mocking your arrogance and lunacy in equal measure.

The world was not made for you,
And your life is a passing fart,
So pull your head out of your rotting ass.

Of course, you’re stupid to heed wisdom,
And only in your last dying gasp are you likely to fathom
That you utterly wasted your life on nonsense.

Shut up and slumber, you loser titty baby.

Fuck me harder, Daddy,

I’ve been so very naughty.

Whip me around and slap me.

Scare the ever-loving shit out of me

So I can feel alive.

Tell me you’ll kill me

With your tiny hands around my neck

Then change your mind at the last moment,

Because I love the adrenaline rush it gives me.

I’m on my knees begging for you

With tears in my eyes.

I’m all yours, Daddy,

Completely surrendered to your will.

You hold my life in your hands,

And I tremble in your powerful presence.

I can’t do anything without you, Daddy.

Control me like your little bitch.

Bend me over and thrust me deeply

Until I’m red, white, and blue.

Is it a White person’s shit or a Black person’s shit? Maybe it’s the shit of a Hispanic or Asian.

Did a woman crap it out? Or a man? What if it’s the feces of another gender entirely — such a shit show!

Perhaps a Republican dropped this dookie, or maybe a Democrat pooped it out. What if some fucking Independent plopped it in the bowl?

Did a fabulous, wealthy person pop their turd, or did some lowly poor churn out the butt sausage?

Surely this is the crap of a purebred American — but what if it’s the dump of some illegal foreigner?

No, I suspect a Christian dropped this deuce…but maybe it was a Muslim. What if an atheist did it? Dear fucking God, it’s so difficult to know.

In the end, it’s all bullshit, and it stinks.

Just flush the fucking toilet.