Treasure Island

Justin Tallman

(September 4th,1989 / Milwaukee, WI)

Wastoids


You and I
so dumb
running fingers through
polluted sand and
splashing the polluted waves
while piss drips through undergarments

Mutant as You
Mutant as I
birth defects display
why women should be
cautious
when pregnant

As mutants we dance
with joints, so awkwardly
placed
the skeletal system is
fucked, but the rhythm
still moves us

Toxic green and
tasting like processed
vegetation, GMOs stupefy
taste buds, as we lick
shards of glass
for entertainment

We are accidents
as we rob the proper
genetic material of air
and waste away
proper wastoids
green, ugly, and unnatural

Your education system
can't save us
while we tremble naked
ruining your community
events
and disrupting rock'n'roll stations

Submitted: Saturday, November 09, 2013
Edited: Saturday, November 09, 2013

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