Hear the Osama bin Laden of the real underground:
Women shouldn’t be sex objects
Or slaves in the rabbit hutch, no,
& all should resist that oppression
Known as capitalistic commercialism
For aspiring millionaires
Who can’t even pay their credit bills;
Note the clues left in animal entrails are
Sacrificed to supermarkets in the sky,
& feed your starving spirit-flesh
Before complete dematerialization fills
The last Campbell’s soup can by Warhol.
What is hand-in-hand
With the circular undulations
Of Sex fails here, forever deprived
Of that sweet consummation
Flesh rhythms bring to their adherents,
Those bound by a bodily greed
In a moment’s spurting domination; yet
They turn deaf ears to Osama’s canvas
Of blood-soaked oils,
Where death-for-death’s sake overwhelms
Those infected lovers painting guns
In faux art galleries.
