This blog fazes fascists
I'm still here;
You're all gone.
Long forgotten
And dispelled.
Except as a worthless
Object of disgust.
To be rarely recalled
Upon a rictus of hatred
And then dismissed;
Banished to the depths.
The mire of unconscious
Where all the unwanted
Unpleasantness dwells.
Bet you can't do it.
It's so much easier
To tell a stranger that you hate them
Want to kill them
Wish them endless suffering
Want to still everything they've done
Everything they've believed in
Than to tell them
That you love them.
Try it, flower child.
