Here's another cut-up written in collaboration with Miss Bojangles.
the enlightened inquisitor
We are meaningless bolts of animalistic cruelty
lost in working class delusion;
enthusiastic mimes latching onto shriveled worries.
The blood of the gutless man
emerges from infected wounds.
Annihilating creativity upon contact,
this gaudy, guile puss
waits upon a terrace of glistening destruction.
Eventually this handsome camouflage
melts into a pool of greasy defeat.
With the right weapons
it always will.