By Niklas Stephenson
Smear the asphalts with love, the power ejaculation for our western privilege.
Pain med numb, to fuck is a seldom
angel as erection, opiates for the masses.
Love lost for the price of dissonance.
Stalin’s moustache tickling the clit of utopian expectation, fist fucking brains with mao bibles and gulags for the unconsensual,
Pornhub democracy you pay to play
Hitler’s ghost in the ass of Bezos and Zuckerberg
golden showers for America the orange nationalism
a mass of prude homeowners radical insurgency masturbation in closets
men rape into the offices where women used to spread for a raise
Rush to Primark for a quick fix, a disbalance of endorphin rushes a short ecstasy in tired lives, smacking the asses of little sewing children: “good sport keep it up!”, symmetry not balance, pseudo emphatic high life not class conscience.
70 genders but the alien invasion awaits.
drugged up rats gnawing at the floorboards speeding toward a civilisational end in a car made of wax.
a drying raisin we call mother.
oedipus complex society, Freud is the sun.
burn burn burn burn
the last fuck will fuck us all.
Niklas “Manik” Stephenson is a German American writer and poet currently living in Speyer, Germany. He has published three chapbooks of poetry with Analog Submission Press and self-published a novel, “Bloodbursts,” available on Amazon. In his spare time, he provocates whoever and whatever he can and finds peace with his wife, son and family. Instagram @_manikbloc_