By J.J. Tindall
LET LINDSAY LOHAN DIE
We all
do blow,
no? Just
a little, at
City Hall, in the Newsroom, at
Foote Cone and
Belding? Gotta
creative
deadline looming?
Fuck
you.
You heard
me. No more
excuses.
Wealthy white
people and their self-serving, self-righteous values!
Send
your kids to a
babysitter while
you
have group
sex. Snort some, hey, just a little, and
get
off.
Listen: Fuck
you.
Just
a little, fellas,
before the
Big Game?
Listen: Fuck
you.
Just a
little, before
the big
deal?
Hey, it’s cool.
Everybody
does it.
Gee: why
is there so much crime
in the big city?!
Why are so many
school kids
dying?
I know.
So do
you.
Hate
to ruin
your
good
time,
fellas.
Listen . . .
–
J. J. Tindall is the Beachwood’s poet-in-residence. He can reached at jjtindall@yahoo.com. Chicagoetry is a collection-in-progress.
Posted on July 25, 2007