Steph Bruzon

I’m gonna masturbate to my to-do list

write my political views in sharpie on my truck so that everyone knows that they lost 

and I won 

oh, yeah

feels so good to be so good 

at what others wish they could

be so good at. 

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I’m gonna get a machine gun 

and shoot it at wildlife for fun

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just because I can 

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because what’s nature but a project whose fate is decided by man? 

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I’m gonna burn it all down

just because I can 

I’m gonna burn it all down

just because I can

I’m gonna burn it all down

just because I can 

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because this is my 

my 

(stolen) land. 

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I’m gonna masturbate to my to-do list 

lust until the morning comes

and I clock in to 

pretend women are more to me

than meat

at my loins,

my gears—

until even desire brings me to tears because

a real man is a man that even God fears

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because he doesn’t feel

and he doesn’t ask.

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America, you want the contortionist

not the poet

America, you want me to bleed but not show it and

for the river to dry up so we can put

a landmark over it.

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we mistake our greed as power–

wanting more

and fast.

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don’t feel

don’t ask 

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complacency is the killer’s mask.

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I’m gonna masturbate to my to-do list—

too much to gather in my fists

and claim to have. 

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they close the border 

I wake up alone 

they close the border

who cares what feels like home? 

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do you have clear skies, free minds, a table, time to think? /

we have so much that it makes us want to 

steal, so we

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don’t ask 

don’t feel

don’t feel

don’t ask 

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complacency is our mask.

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because it works much better when we all pretend it works 

because it works much better when we all pretend it works 

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because it works much better

when we all pretend

it works.