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INTRODUCTION
Evil
by
Jack R. Wesdorp
CONTENTS
Where It Is
The Roustabout
The Church
Croesus
A Medieval Morality Play
Evol
Braggadoccio
Consequence
The Downside
On Dealing
What It Wants
The Crew
Josef Mengele's Stream of Consciousness
Silhouette
Vasahpalpuli
Fodder
Bugs
Skid Marks
Sheesh
The Beef
How It's Done
Christian Soldiers
Ovalis
How It Acts
Society
Rallentandro
Zambee
Flotsam
Instruction Booklet
Jingle
Menu
The Ghoul
Four!
Blasphemy
Hurdy Gurdy
What It Gets
Moloch
Schamael
Heroin and Oil
Debriefing : Malta : 2013
Song of the Shepherd
Alcedama
Gaza
POST SCRIPTUM
Thirty-One Degrees of Evil
Jack R. Wesdorp
Evil
~~~~
Evil is easy. It advertises itself with glittering promises. Fatal if you're
stupid enough to invite it home. It leaves a signpost across the abyss to waylay
your dreams. Most of what you know about evil is wrong, perverted by the thing
itself. It is self-serving---so ask "who profits?" It loves to behold itself
but not in a mirror. Evil is a full tilt-boogie into self-absorption; mirrors
are labyrinths to confuse. It despises loving others---you may befriend it,
but at your peril. It is a lonely sort that claws at the moment but loses
everything. It doesn't tolerate competition, as like religions, corporations,
and governments. Hence be your own priest, ignore advertisers, and don't join
flag wavers. The iconography of evil: tilted swastika, to the left, black on
red, inverted pentagram, goatguy with a torch, upsidedown cross, broken! cross,
chained naked people, skull and bones, zyklonB, treblinka, suicide bombers,
bloody dripping axe, vlad dracul, belsen, bible, borgia, beelzeblub honking
flies, oil tankers, and armageddon. It's pitched by the pentagon, vatican,
wall street, and hollywood. A most attractive emphatic magnetic alluring
fascinating compelling hoodoo for the kids, like violent video games, destroy
something get rewarded. Ghetto scenes. Executions. Kill that; feel good.
Menacing music; staccato industrial noise. Dead boys. Madness. Enjoy.
Where It Is
~~~~~~~~~~~
All that bat-slime leather-wing
is vatican salami
caterwauling pity-sing
at bedtime by your mommie.
Evil wears a household coat,
it rides among your neighbors,
church and state for which you vote,
in the works where you labor,
and at the school with your kids
insidious allegiance,
pledge the flag, do as you're bid,
screw-speak, sieg heil dagger dance,
nor do you have to hunt it
since it's hidden right up front.
The Roustabout
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Missus Yeti likes bananas
so I allus includes a bunch,
the trolls gets apple brown betty,
hoodoo don't care just so's it crunch,
flapwing favor bull-baked in bricks,
medusa crave japanese mice,
hizzonner he get naked chicks
'n his pussy better be nice
or he scorching my bonny ass,
mister pope he eat cardinal
before he bejeezusboo mass,
an' the knackwurst crowd gorillas
s'farting sauerkraut last of all.
The Church
~~~~~~~~~~~
We own the only god
the rest of you go die
ocean desert garden
we also own the sky
forest fields and flowers
all the planets and stars
the universe is ours
and yeah we hallow war.
Croesus
~~~~~~~
Who controls the mint
winds up with the most:
roast ox for dinner,
mighty army host,
pillage, priest, and pox
wholesale by your pen,
lightning aftershocks
and the souls of men.
A Medieval Morality Play
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The earl was a horny sort
who liked to hunt girls for sport,
run 'em through the woods at night,
"frightened pussy's always tight,"
he used to brag after snoot,
but the guy who shines his boots
took exception to the show,
waited out there with a bow,
shot his lordship in the balls,
now he can't get lewd at all,
yes, there's a moral, mister,
don't be rude to my sister.
Evol
~~~~
Suppose the pentagon
was where black magick thrived,
where sacrifice was done
and criminals connived,
suppose the emperor
on his atomic throne
bade his goons to horror
your ears with awesome drone,
suppose that only he
could ply your TV show
with folderol knee jerk
no kid you can't say no
because you gotta work
to pay for that TV
and you ain't getting free.
Braggadoccio
~~~~~~~~~~~~
My moustache is bigger
than any other man's
and my girlfriend's figger
makes god cream in his pants.
We sneer at your steeple
and your egg-sucking god.
We hear you're fucking sheep
with proxy cattle prods.
The war went on for years,
a lotta body bags,
then diminishing cheers,
now nobody fucking brags.
Consequence
~~~~~~~~~~~
If you lie to us once
we won't trust you again;
if you lie to your sons
they'll become worthless men;
but lie to your daughters
they'll despise you for life,
lies are poisoned waters,
and they'll be hateful wives.
The Downside
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Satan leads a lonely life,
no chick wants to be his wife,
toads and trolls get old real quick,
ain't no place to stick his dick
except in fancy hookers
who can party but don't cook.
Sure, there's always restaurants
but it's meatloaf that he wants,
like what momma used to make
chocolate frosted angel cake
made by a common wendy,
please dear god damn just a friend.
On Dealing
~~~~~~~~~~
It is best to win without fighting.
Try to get it voodoo in writing,
if signed in blood so much the better,
and it should adhere to the letter
of the law so you can't be fingered,
don't leave no loose amounts lingering,
after that you kill your accountants
and those stupid goons prancing about,
oh, and your mistress without a glance.
What It Wants
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Crank out ten a dozen kids.
sell 'em into slavery
with the penny infantry
or some enemy navy.
Gent's always looking for swords
to service braided bonnets,
at least they gets on the board
with other pawns and fodder.
It's your turn to hack off heads,
burn a village rape 'n rut,
if you're lucky you'll get fed
too slack-jawed to escape but
more likely dead in a ditch.
Maybe one comes back real rich.
The Crew
~~~~~~~~
Now that we're all dead
I'm allowed to speak.
Money it's been said,
that the bastard reeks
of murderous clothes,
one and all you stare,
everybody "knows"
but you weren't there
privy to the real
freezing skinny-dip,
and you didn't kneel
at the crippled rail
before diving in.
How frail we all are,
some gun, some with gin.
Conjecture's rampant
what went down below,
who issued commands,
but I have to owe
the breast sits queasy,
stinks of bitter bile,
we rest uneasy,
even now there's vile
biographic eyes
crawling in our guts,
still lightolling lies
for arrogant sluts.
Josef Mengele's Stream of Consciousness
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
.trouble at the club I'll have to drive
marvelous time it's gonna get worse
bugs release from their rubbish heap lives
get a bit of use out of them first
haircut gotta whet my surgeon's knives
unparalleled opportunity
further medicine and I suppose
I can pop 'em with impunity
let's try some nice tuberculosis
all kinds of trauma festering wounds
there's a war on we gotta winnit
rattus pestilent need to eat soon
more atropine and get me some twins!
Silhouette
~~~~~~~~~~
The poor always fall,
they're the first to die
forced against a wall
and they don't know why.
Their bodies are cheap,
the world doesn't care
when they're piled in heaps
of mud, bones, and hair.
Go to Treblinka
or Nagasaki,
the stink lingers there
stark on a brick wall.
Vasahpalpuli
~~~~~~~~~~~~
He disfigure me.
No one else will want.
Since I look like pig
I can only grunt.
If you need clothes wash
put in box by door,
boot black I do those,
if you like leave more.
Don't try talk to me,
goddamn off my cunt,
I'm not free to fuck,
I can only grunt.
Fodder
~~~~~
Malta is a holding pen
for a million homeless men.
They're the tough ones that made it,
there they're culled, bent, and graded,
shunted into concrete dorms,
eventually uniforms
set to murder jerks a while,
yessir boy work at your bile
on the master's freight yard farm,
if you rate---some basic arms
so you can throw yourself at
the final crowbait battle.
Bugs
~~~~
Harley size dragonflies,
big boxcar bumble bees,
tarantula spiders,
trigger murderous fleas,
slant scorpion hornets,
gook carnivorous ants,
crucified corpse beetles,
scum cannibal mantids,
swarming hot maggot meat,
mortuary dung mites,
midges, mayhem choppers,
nazi bung hole rotten
demented front line mobs,
wanton religious rites
and did I mention wasps?
Skid Marks
~~~~~~~~~~
Dealy plaza window trick:
impossible gun.
Lost bridge at Chappaquiddick:
needle murder done.
Boeing hits big pentagon:
bogus explosion.
OJ bitter country con:
courtroom erosion.
Styrofoam illegal law:
melanoma up.
Crazy angus down your craw:
coma in your cup.
Jews abandon gaza strip:
Jerusalem toast.
Vatican claw tightens grip:
Mecca muslim roast.
Mars mission immense success:
NASA mining stones.
Pope blesses Saturn bucket:
Asteroid hits Rome.
Kreezus lands on white house roof:
prez has heart attack.
Grand designer drug goes poof:
pest bug genome cracked.
Chinese bird flu plague in west:
human cloning real.
Freezer goo safe, all the rest
on banana peel.
Sheesh
~~~~~~
Too much "news" is bad for you.
It'll make you nuts.
It's about horrific hoods
and the latest sluts.
Don't you ever wonder why
"news" is always bad?
Could it be reporters lie,
that your head's been had?
Politics and advertise,
garbage down your craw,
rotten bigot maggot flies
and you'll eat it raw.
The Beef
~~~~~~~~
How much mad cow is there now
and how much will you allow?
How many people will croak
before beef goes up in smoke?
How long have you assholes known
about feedlot swill and bone?
And this is the part I hate,
burgers taste greasy and great.
How It's Done
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Finagle ground zero,
manufacture heroes,
shoot down flight 93,
plant some bogus debris
on the pentagon lawn,
run shock and awe at dawn,
supply vast munitions,
fuel tribal attrition,
Baghdad mosques?---bashed to ruin,
fashionable funerals
for all our kids that died,
we've got god on our side
it's their iniquity,
endow the troops with pride
and tout it on TV.
Christian Soldiers
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You can always buy 'em
in places like the Bronx,
and you can lie to 'em,
you're wasted in the ranks,
we'll make you a sergeant,
great meds and better kink,
then you paint a target
in camouflage red ink
and ship him to iraq
or some damn foreign shore
to rip rape splatter hack
onwards! oxymoron.
Ovalis
~~~~~~
Cowards taunt from the high ground.
They issue faceless orders
from behind massive locked doors.
Cowards kill from a distance.
They never meet on the field
to display their skill with steel.
A coward wants your children.
Kids are easy to enslave,
just tell 'em how brave they are.
Our captain is a coward.
You can recognize his shit
by his perfidious eyes.
How It Acts
~~~~~~~~~~~
Evil is a parasite
that kills its host but not quite,
gets you haggard on your knees
better for the agony,
feeds on fear, uncertainty,
you'll be hurt again, my dear,
greedy with a friendly hand
furtive sadist on demand,
men are always idiots
apple pie mom's butter grits
paradise oh thank you peace,
giddy for the promised feast
in the sacrosanct precinct,
angel cake but only crumbs
and then the stinking beast comes.
Society
~~~~~~~
I don't want your money,
I hate how you got it
pushing steel, dope, and guns.
I hope you choke on it.
I won't attend your bash.
I don't get huggy bear
with folks of high fashion---
drug yourself paralyzed.
Nor at your funeral.
Your epitaph should be:
I dragged the world to ruin.
Damn your iniquity.
Rallentandro
~~~~~~~~~~~~
My conscience is clear;
I didn't go fight.
While you were cheering
the carnage that night
I turned away sick
and puked in the street.
I won't be licking
your boots or your meat,
don't attend your mass,
rally round your flag,
wouldn't wipe my ass
with that scummy rag,
I won't even come
to your trumpet taps
you poor dumb rabble.
Zambee
~~~~~~
Auntie Dote
killed my goat
boiled its head
now I'm dead
gotta walk
when she talk
gotta go
where she know
bring her snake
bring her stake
bring her Pearl
white mans girl
all these thing
zambee bring
now I sleep
under heap.
Flotsam
~~~~~~~
Don't look like much of a boat,
held together by netting
and salvaged styrofoam floats,
some refugee soul I bet
driven by hunger and scourge,
wonder how long he was out?
Didn't lack for courage, him,
probably a devout man
trusting to god and swimming
as only dying men can,
he made shore I like to think,
maybe scrounged a dumpster meal,
working fleabag bar room sinks
or his shoulder to a wheel.
If you sell your ass off, boy,
you can booger out the spa
but don't you dare annoy us.
welcome to amerika.
Instruction Booklet
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Don't leave this lying out.
Learn their language and lore,
straight arrow eagle scouts.
Infiltrate the borders.
Start a forest fire,
burn the infidel nest,
poison their food supply
with fulminating pest.
Spread more cancer sickness
among their prostitutes;
schools are simple pickings
for hostages and loot.
Rent with fictitious names,
leave no computer tracks,
always go down flaming
and goddamn don't look back.
Jingle (ca. 2013)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Bud for breakfast
Mecca or bust
Bloody shekels
In god we trust.
Menu
~~~~
Let's do jew boy barbeque
turkey fries with fission chips
might as well stuff Mecca too
you guys quit the gaza strip
steak tartare buffet no eggs
pig fat deviled bullet dip
throw some crumbs to the beggars
save the mutant cow for last
and roll out those killer kegs
dumb gooks always get blasted
ratpack poison mumble brew
happy meals better garble
you get mac-free toys with that.
The Ghoul
~~~~~~~~~
Here little girl,
want some candy?
Pretty plum curls
gimme your hand
come home with me
this way don't scream
butter gum drops
chocolate ice cream
in the cellar
rip your clothes dear
shut up he tell'r
hang you up here
give 'r a whack
with 'is poker
watch'm fucking
pussy done croaked
rip hacksaw rend
humming a tune
nice gentleman
he'll be back soon.
Four! (sic)
~~~~~~~~~~~
The emperor bade: Lech be rotten,
bring me a big gang of goons with guns
to stomp my enemies into snot,
bring on your finest daughters and sons
to attend at my table and bed,
bring me my bankers and ad campaigns
so I can splatter the world with red
white black and blue sheep shorter on brains,
bring on the beer with alkaloid dope
so I can keep them strung out on fear,
hang up that fucking catholic pope,
make sure the rabble knows priests are queer,
make the idiot press go away,
oh, and bring me some butt naked slut
to suck my cock, I've had a hard day.
Blasphemy
~~~~~~~~~
Vaporize that slum
drop two atom bombs
do it so depraved
that even the graves
are shunned by their kids
as disgusting shit
where evil revels
with rotten devils
garbage crows scrabble
on hot naked slag
make a no man's land
for roaches and ants
topple the steeples
so that no people
can go there again
god dammit amen.
Hurdy Gurdy
~~~~~~~~~~~
Dey were roastin a nun's thigh
on a spit through the femur,
I know'dit cause I seen 'er
with an arrow through 'er eye.
Dey laid er out like long pig
and cut 'er up with hack saws,
her brains they ate gakkin raw
but the leg they served with figs.
What It Gets
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Biggest budget in the world,
words like judgment and colored,
convenient handles like AIDS,
bulldozers---don't need no spades,
Treblinka, Belsen, Auschwitz,
monsanto seed, bacon bits,
bitter almond cyanide,
pope and president they lied,
double whopper coke and fries,
malathion butterflies,
fucking with the genome jerk,
pigs in uniform at work
herding sordid ruin-spell smiles
burned on big-roar funeral piles
then the forest fell silent.
Moloch
~~~~~~
Yeah. You bred a country of killers.
You used TV and video games,
you crammed them full of crap to the gills
and forced them to face the furnace flames.
Now you tell us to cast our child in
so you can sate your ravenous glut,
you sell the sales pitch that we can win
over them slopehead slavering sluts.
And at no time did you ever think
that when the burning aeon is done
just maybe you led us to the brink
of a hungering that can't be won.
I offer thee this banquet of dung
and blood; I expect you'll choke on it.
Schamael
~~~~~~~~
There's no shortage of bodies
most of 'em stupid
kids who do the ugly jobs
like good little troops.
Piss poor slum rats ain't got no
shoes or stuff to get
except skag, some rotten blow,
garbage rags and debt.
They'll pay it off with slaughter,
there's plenty of guns,
faceless men, poisoned water
and no place to run.
If they make it to the wall
where Goliath raves
all they'll taste is rue and gall
shoved in shallow graves.
And you who bade them worship
bloated flag and bell
I'll rip your clotted throat out
monsters rot in hell.
Heroin and Oil
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The stink of rotting flesh sticks to you, sir;
the blood on your hands will not wash away.
Every soldier you sent to his death, sir,
shall bear witness against you, and you'll pay
with your soul for all those dead children, sir,
each will point a cold finger at your heart
in the balance scale of things on earth, sir,
and in that reckoning you'll stand apart,
you'll not be with us, you'll be cast out, sir,
we'll erase your memory from our scroll,
we will salt your mind with forgetting, sir,
all of us will turn away in horror,
and bitter bile shall be thy harvest.sir.
Debriefing : Malta : 2013
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A week later there were stenches,
we buried 'em in long trenches,
stuck a holy altar on top
to fuck with the remember mob,
thoroughly looted the treasure
burgled all that's pleasurable,
left a lot of lethal laughter
that will maim 'em ever after,
take 'em aeons to wash that stink
yessir mission completed (clink).
Song of the Shepherd
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Atom came to town
with some taint.
Then there was a sound.
Now there ain't.
Just dim indigo
blurred mirage,
where orphans go on
pilgrimage.
I went walking there
only once,
and I only dared
with some nuns
who remember when
what we had.
I won't go again.
It's that bad.
Alcedama
~~~~~~~~
You can smell the heat
of atomic feet
that passed here one moon
sowing buried ruin;
they salted this land
with arsenic sand,
perfidious pox
inside hollow rocks,
to scatter their tears
for ten thousand years;
bent indigo glare,
a blighted place where
strangers fear to tread,
even ghosts are dead
and there ain't no end.
Gaza
~~~~
The land lay empty.
Maybe pestilence
had scattered its men
and killed all the rest.
Still, it seemed fertile
phosphorescent red,
goodly garden dirt
worth a settlement.
We built near the spook
on a mound of brick
waiting to lookit
if the goat got sick.
Then I found some bookes
nobody can rede
with pixures of wise
impossible breed
birds and other lies
on a tattered page
pinned up in a hut.
Tell me, dead stranger,
what are butterflies?
Thirty-One Degrees of Evil
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sure, you can be bad,
a decadent cad,
and then there's nasty
like a mean bastard,
scandalously vile
with a certain style,
profligate courant
or just plain wanton,
gainfully debauched
with pecker and scotch,
reckless danger to
children and strangers,
criminal intent,
despicably bent,
corruption of head,
body, breast, and bed,
dissipated lives,
malevolent wives,
degenerate beast,
dissolute at least
with a pinch of loath,
wicked, sin, they're both
high on the curse list,
appallingly pissed---
there's a first-class one,
iniquitous fun,
horrifying pix,
unspeakably sick
grave-robbing chortle,
and my favorite:
morally depraved.
2/15/2009
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