Violence Presents Presents

the violence before you

in the flesh,

 says nice to see you

                  or something (in chaos)

partitioned out upon a table

measured,

diagnosed, projected...

unartfully,

so whom are you?

if you're born, they say, you can fight

like the violence that bred you

my dear, your opposition...

inside of you is vicious,

born and bred

so whom are you?

out here. . .

where monster's aquire fire?

from the violence before us -

                  we form ash.

in the flesh, it's nice to see you. . .

etherized here upon a table,

now in front of me , here... how delicious!

i'll make a video game of you, yet,

and then pretend, real hard, to be a patriot. . .

like the violence before me,

they'll say, "for the sport of it..."

just cause,

you have skills for a reason.

(like the violence before me)

'tis the season...

bring me gifts!

f**k the evolution.

everyone one of us came from monsters.

(happy holidays, none of this matters!)