I bless america

smiling, sliding back into the office,

this nation's god is an un-rotting corpse,

so I must bless america,

with my glorious labor

blood economics built our corporate palaces,

and gave us

sweet rot, swans-down

bedding in a mass grave.

america is an altar:

bodies are piled on the killing floor,

and private property is transferred,

genocide-as-a-service,

america is my hell:

but if I outlive,

every other conniving fucker here,

I must just get to be the Devil!

by: eli z.g.

date: 2022