Popular Poems About Tradition

Fucking fools got one party rule  
to goose-step the necks of motley thought  
wherever the people's genius is taught  
but especially in public school  
where they don't hang enough pictures of Christ  
with the hipster hair and funeral gown  
or the shoulder cross and the thorny crown  
ghoulishly hoping for a soul to heist  
and then to teach it in private lessons  
about la-di-da in the great beyond  
due to all the guns of which they are fond  
such as your choice of Smith and Wessons  
because no one scrolls like...

Shapska, a name bruited in the dark corners
of forgotten realms where murk
cotillion with the remnants of lost souls.
In the heart of this desolate place Shapska reigns,
a deity of crooked love and morbid allure.
Her touch, both a blessing and a curse,
weaves through the fabric of actuality,
binding the living and the dead in an eternal grasp.

In the silence of the night,
Shapska's presence is felt,
a cold surge stroke that sends
jitters down the spine.
Her eyes, like double voids,
pierce through the mask of...