injury music

when they say “nothing is free”
they mean “you work for me”

when they say “we don’t condone violence”
they mean “you work for me”

when they cart you off the field on a stretcher
thousands of little boss-slaves cheering on
your pain

the super bowl of cheerios
in a sink

this complete breakfast
of losers

i wipe my mouth
w/ a napkin

everything is free

the anthem is a dead white prayer

silly string in the street
the day after

waterfalls are not
hair

states are not
stars

what flag are you
talking about

what do you mean by
“nation”

do you mean the bruises
all over your body

do you mean the people
who nursed you back up

who are you now
all washed up