There is no profit in Truth.
Integrity is a yearly fund drive.
You have your truth
And I have mine.
“Money”
Wants the species to die a little faster
“Money”
Makes a sport of senseless violence.
Daddy didn’t hug me
So I crap in your outstretched palms
Merrily burning bridges as
Your narcissistic wildfire.
Trash entertainment junkies
Want to watch suffering
From the comfort of their home.
Willful ignorance sure is bliss.
“Stay out!”
You never bothered to listen.
“Stay tuned!”
The wave of hatred will cleanse your spirit.
Listen, learn
From the dying stars.
Make your voice heard
Over the objections of the tv static.
FLAVIO HUITRON 