I'll Take Care Of Babies

Four shots on a small hill, for freedom, for glaziers and the crazy eyed (this ain't no lunchline), glass and the sheen of oil and water pavement, mixed with blood, mucus, cum; no comebacks. Reagan diar(y)rheas, highways, empty hagiographies. Diadumpa(diorama)? No. Queen Nancy. Glossies suck that dick. Jihad on Duce Willis; they think this shit's a movie...this thing: The death of empathy. Is that that thing they didn't, between downloading clips of them slipping? Laughing in relief when they're not your'n, laughing and cheering when theirs fall down. To the future and things we can't forget.