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Spider-Man

The world can go fuck itself
With disappointment, like brownies
Made with zucchini; or a supercar
Built with a school bus’s governor;
Or a full bladder with performance
Anxiety at a truck stop. The world
Can go fuck itself with hopelessness,
Like any quarterback from the
University of Alabama; or the Sears
Holdings Corporation; or Yugo Korals.
The world can go fuck itself with anger,
Like teenagers’ and early twenty-
Somethings’ quarrelsome, loud
Disagreements with their parents;
Or the disturbed hive of killer bees;
Or lights being turned on while you
Try to sleep. The world can go fuck
Itself with stupidity, like shifting
From “drive” to “reverse” while
Pushing eighty on the highway; or
Sending nude photographs to
Underage girls; or helping those
Desperate princes in Nigeria. The
World can go fuck itself with fuckery,
Like fucked up poetry hellbent on
Opening a fucking eye or two; or
Saying “fuck” every other fucking
Word to raise a fucking point but
Only creating redundancy instead;
Or a fucking a fucking fuck with
No fucking memory of being fucked
The night before the fuckery that
Fucked the world. Fucking bastard.

This is America, no, this is a small
Piece, a millionth, no, a billionth of
The fractioned, polarized state
That we have become, this fucking
Bastard. I’m in a groove, some sort
Of groove, like drag racers on the
Track, but this is some sort of
Track without any sort of end, no
Semblance of love or family; no,
This is going rogue and this is the
Fuck-shit of thought. This is the
Unwanted tourniquet over my
Bleeding thighs—someone has to
Paint this motherfucking town,
But I suppose someone is obligated
To stop me too. Fucking bastard.
This is America, no, this is a small
Piece, a millionth, no, a billionth,
Where we have no good kush and
Too many good cops patrolling.

The world can go fuck itself, why
Wouldn’t they want Spider-Man?
Give me Spider-Man, doing all a
Spider can, why wouldn’t they want
Spider-Man? Fuck a world, fuck
This world, the fucking bastard. A
Sawed-off shotty in Santa Fe won’t
Be remembered because of how
Badly he wanted to be remembered,
But maybe Spider-Man could have
Saved the day, saved ten lives. No,
The fucking world wants nothing
To do with him, and who gives a fuck
If he was remembered because of
Spider-Man saving the day? At
Least no lives would have been lost.
That’s stupidity, and stupidity is
Ribbed, prickly, boiling with the
Firepower of a porcupine’s quills,
So the world can fuck itself with it;
Spider-Man’s dick can take the ass.

Something is fucked up;
Spider-Man isn’t fucked up,
Spider-Man is good and just.
But he was fucked over,
Fucked over in New York,
Fucked over across the
Nation, fucked over by
Disappointment, hopelessness,
Anger, stupidity, and fuckery.

I have just enough money
To make a withdrawal of
One hundred dollars, or
One hundred billionths of
Myself. The disembodied
Sculptor is chipping away
With a rusty pick, whispering
To me that tetanus shots
Aren’t real, but fabrications
Of a controlling government
And superhero haters—that
Is what tetanus is. I hold
Out my hands, offering a
Few billionths more to be
Whittled away, to turn me
Into something beautiful.
Maybe I’ll be Spider-Man.
Fuck a career, fuck the
World, and fuck a destiny:—
I’ll be Spider-Man.
Fuck this America, fuck
Metaphors, fuck a bastard,
Fuck a fucker, your father,
Your mother, the computers
We live on, the books we
Read, the poems I write,
The gibberish I spit, the
Bars I raise, the bars I lower.
A hundred million billion trillion quadrillion
Things multiplied by
A hundred million billion trillion quadrillion
Things more to give you
A scientifically absurd figure—
Like a fat woman dressing
Like a fucking hourglass—,—:
It all comes through my
Windows like bricks with
Obscene words scrawled
Across them. I throw
Them back, all of it. All
Hundred million billion trillion quadrillion
Of them get thrown back.
Shocked, confused, angry,
The vandals stare, they
Breathe heavily, wanting
To kill, to murder, to fuck.
And I say, “You all can leave.
“In fact, the world can go fuck itself.
“The world can go fuck itself
”With disappointment, like brownies
“Made with zucchini...”
Written by 40_the_dawg (Daniel Handschuh)
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