Medical wasteand the spawned babiesof industrial parksare starting to talk back.It's not the terrible two's --it's adolescent urges withwet dreams and blood.
We thought they would sinkwrapped in flags forever-- Stars and Stripes --but they are moaningwith headache, theirmouths say it's themorning after.
We are just people. We are only peoplewho didn't realize.
So now they are hormonal-- want to fuck --want to hang out in poolhalls,drive souped-up carsand smoke crack.They roam the oceans and desertslike phosphorus knives,flammable with rageat our desertion,riding the waves and hillockshomefor a party of destruction.
