san francisco earthquake
angry at the world for not
rebelling, like they do

still you're a part of america
get over it, and live with that fact
unpleasant, resentment

who told me that there
are those who only feel joy
at another's pain?

when I get angry
he smiles with pleasure and shoots up
heroin again, they find

him dead, never knowing
pain because it fucking hurts
in his house of narcissistic

beat pulp pulminary
empty headed liberal dreams
uncreative and angry

we'd be better off
if you could get your head
out of your own ass

so you could see the sun