Fear and Loathing in Rhode Island

Flying saucers
Full of arsenic
Gunny sacks
Stacked
To where you cant zip
The zipper
Overflowing with audacity
Pomposity
Whiffles of ripple
Your fucking yachts
Your fucking sweaters
Wrapped 'round your necks
YachtsYachtsYachts
Exotic rum drinks
Quahogs
Bleeding ulcerated man-boob suck-bag
I have arrived to DESTROY you
Your neatly trimmed beard makes me projectile vomit
30 years of white bread
Your subservient wife
Who walks your staggering ass to the car
Makes me strangle my own throat within my own mind within my own mental retardation
Come with me
Let us trek the less beaten path
All we need bring
Is enough rope to hang you and your kind
Enough pills for me to pilfer
Enough sweater for me to wipe my ass
Enough of your blind womans "yessirs" to shine
My
Fucking
Vans
You wear your cap'ns hat
As if you actually took your boat out all season
As opposed to sitting on it
Saturday evenings
Sipping expensive vodka
Spitting impoverished speech
Dancing about to Amy fucking Winehouse
Rehab
No
No
No
Heres a fucking tip.....Rehab may be the best fucking thing for you
Amy has some modicum of
TALENT
Perhaps her crack-smoking
Booze hound ways
Enable her to be something people welcome
Namely an accomplished songstress and singer
Make no mistake
And Im out on a limb here
But I feel that the LAST fucking thing she wants
Is a bunch of stiff ass cunts
Such as yourself
Drunkenly screaming/singing her lyrics
Into the wee hours
Get down in the trenches my brothers and sisters
You want to escape the hell that is making your rent
Electric
And Cable bill ?
Spend a week with me
Hit the Jim Beam
The Milwaukees Beast
Look into the eyes of your wife and son
As you ring up the unemployment hotline on a Sunday evening
Stand in line with my wife
At the
GRAND RE-OPENING of SECTION 8 APPLICATIONS !!
The party of the fucking year
I can assure you there were no cock smokers with a sweater
Wrapped around their fucking necks at that GALA
There were however folks sending their kids out
In the 20 degree temps
To take 25 minute
Shifts
At the back of the line
While Mom got ready for work
Praying that they got in before she had to fucking leave
For her minimum wage job flipping McFuckingMuffins
And there were people working their asses off
Day in
Day out
Day out
Day in
To make their fucking 1000 dollar rent plus
No luxury of even a shit ass vehicle to get them to their groceries or medicine
No luxury of a fucking sweater
To take from around their
FUCKING NECKS
To wrap their children in
On a 10 degree Rhode Island night
When they shut the fucking heat off because your sweat
And tears
And hungover on-time attendance
At a fucking job you fucking hate
Didnt net you enough to pay the fucking heating bill
OH BUT gOD BLESS YOU ALL
RHODE ISLAND ELITE
YACHT MEISTERS
PURVEYORS OF FINE 26 YEAR OLD SCOTCH
SWEATER TYING 'ROUND NECKERS
LA-DEE-FUCKING-DAS
DA-LEE-FUCKING-LADS
Enjoy your days
Enjoy your nights
Turn your nose up at the poor bastard
That works the overnights
Watching over your YACHTS
And when you are on your knees
Puking up your expensive vodka martinis
After you mockingly sang your "rehab" song
Thank gOD that I am not standing behind you
In my khakis
Having knocked the shit out of the rest of your guests
On your FUCKING yacht
And gripping your sweater sleeves
Pulling
And laughing
Laughing
And pulling
Pulling
And laughing
Laughing and
Pulling
And
LAUGHING
And
PULLING
And
PULLING
And
LAUGHING
But rest assured
Just because it did not happen tonight
Does not mean it wont happen tomorrow night
Or at least when the first brave bastard
With more hair on his balls than me
Declares
CLASS WAR !!
CLASS WAR !!
CLASS WAR !!

Ill be the first in line my friend
PULLING
LAUGHING
And proudly flying the flag of the middle class that no longer exists.