About an Election

We were bought and sold by white men with shiny, glittering money and a face that everybody knows. Suddenly we're bent over taking it from behind and we're looking back with a smile saying, "Hey, this is exciting. I've never felt so great!"

Unfortunately tomorrow it's going to smart. We'll be walking around with a slight limp and a nagging pain beneath our spine. And then we are going to realize that it is already tomorrow, and they've fed us intravenously with the poison and we are growing too weak to stand.

Until we become a bunch of paraplegics. TOO FUCKING SCARED TO MOVE! Perhaps we'll grow numb to the pain as they go on giving us the high hard one.