Alice’s Aural Fixation

Bang down the gauntlet

and fuck up the noise.

Realize the petulant cumwads

can’t find what life says are joys.

They’ll ratchet their wisdom

down your throat in a second,

betray all that you find worthy,

if you succomb and say fuck it.

Don’t drink from their frothy lips

filled with ignorant lies.

Tell them to get bent and rot

choke on their prevarications and die.

Stroll on through the incessant chatter

of normalized shit and conversational patter,

you’ll burn in bright hues that are special

though you be considered mad as The Hatter.