like any other moment

I do not wear bubblewrap to bed
on mondays i perpetrate no crimes
except against humanity as I
rub my crotch up and down in
synch playing in the back ground
ed in black rubber boots and a
coat of arms shining silver shimmering
stars behind me as you look up
to me because I'm your big brother
watching you all the time fucking
fascists long gone now, just their brown
pants on my grandather's corpse rotting
off the vine and sliced on a salad
served by slaves to my whim, I smile
at the presents under the tree
where we kissed one october years
ago she left and i watched her ass
as it swayed back and forth on the ocean
of my secret happy little insecurities.

you know what I mean?