Fundamentalists (a poem)

what I can’t stand most

is a fundamentalist

those so warped they

plow through the world

for absolutist goals –

true believers born again

carrying crosses to capitol buildings

committing divine crimes

receiving direct messages from

god via email

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The Hate Machine (a poem)

Step into the Hate Machine and scroll down

and see the venom – It’s the information apocalypse:

Keep scrolling ‘till you feel dread and inject a diatribe into

the living, breathing Hate Machine – the collective angst

that rolls, rolls, rolls like an unstoppable force –

our mouths foamed, teeth bared, claws sharpened,

ready for a feeding.

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