Robert De France (D2D

CROOKS OF CAPITALISM

Fucking kill me now

Behead me

Suck my veins dry

What would it matter?

A man with no material wealth in this world is no man at all

Not deserving of a fair chance, an explanation

Just string ’em up

Shoot ’em up

Hang ’em ‘til their feet stop kickin’

Fuck you all

Bill collectors

Credit companies

You wanna suck my lobbed off head for blood money?

You filthy crooks of capitalism!

Step on my back with your steel and concrete cleats

Pour my sangre into a golden cup while I bleed onto the cement

I hope you choke on your own cock

That you laugh at my quivering body

Causing blood to spurt out your nose

Burning your nostrils!

I swear I’ll drink myself to death

Smoke myself into stupidity

Dope myself thoroughly

Then you can incinerate me

And smoke my fucking ashes

Pieces of shit—all of you!

Use me, molest me till you’re through

Bug off or I’ll chop your fucking heads off

September 17, 2007 (day I found out my account was sent to collections)

Robert De France has a B.A. in English, an M.A. in Rhetoric, Composition, and Writing. In 2005, he published his first academic paper. His "Politics are Just Bush-League" has been published in The Rebuttal. For the last four years, he has taught English at many colleges in the Los Angeles area.

Dance to Death, Issue IX