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5. MARCH OF THE MAD POETS

We march now
Tell your terrorists
your hated artists
your foul mouthed preachers
Step out of your private hell and share
Share your butchery
your evil eyes
your haunting images
the view from your empire of dirt
the stench of your wounds
Sculpture your vulgarities
paint your love
practice your sex
portrait your madness
Join us you who are isolated
The lone voices of the human desert
You who are tormented by inner dephts no words can reach
Give me your voluntarily handicapped
And mentally deranged
Come forth you primitivists
black blockers and luddites
Come forth of every cursed religion
Of every banned politics
From every corner of the grand social circus
Nudists show yourself
Death worshippers of the holy life
You defecation liberation front with your golden showers
Come and stink up the place
Monks of the rule of worm
shaved nuns of silence
Miners of lost thought
thiefs of sacred texts
Come forth you thiefs of moments
Come forth with earth shattering joy of life
with the horniness of every condemned nymph
the greed of kings passed
the fear of the ones who know the truth and have been punished therefore
Hit your drums and hammer strings you happy fools
All you anarchists who really care
you poetical terrorists
wanderers of autonomous zones
Behold
the golden age of nihilism is upon us
Celebrate all you beliefers in a god of your own making
celebrate the death of the super ego
celebrate the grand collapse
You huggers of the last trees
you who preserve the pure water
you racist and hate mongers who still want to learn
Chant your mantras
recite your poetry as we walk the ashes
We are here
not to follow
nor to lead
but to join
the everyday rebellion