bieber’s moustache

justin bieber’s

“moustache”

stares back at me from the screen---

dripping like translucent diarrhea

from the trailer of his new

movie, just ready to come out

conveniently around that time

in December, when said fictitious

character is celebrated being born &

it makes me wonder if this proud line of

peach fuzz

bears more hair than the

Brazilian waxed

prepubescent squealer

that he just rolled out of bed with.

 

are we now supposed to accept him as

“grown up?”

are we now supposed to care about him in a different way,

as we did

sheep

baaaaaa

baaaaaa

baaaaaa-ing

with justin &

christina &

brittany &

every other piece of formulaic trash

that the head honchos up in the crumbling music industry

ivory towers can dish out at us,

before they wither away for good,

having died from the dagger of the net,

having been stabbed to death by

independent recording, marketing, distribution, etc.?

 

i have an idea for all those warmongering military thugs

that run the american forces,

that hang from the marionette strings of congress &

mr. hope & change---

what if rather than being the bitch of the military-industrial

complex,

the scum that sell us the bombs & guns to beat the world

to a bloody pulp…

what if we were to instead take all this cultural excrement,

miss katy perry,

miss lady gaga,

mr. bieber,

etc.

etc.

etc.

and stuff them into an empty bomb shell &

send them over to whatever enemy that we are pretending to have

on any given week---

for this would be much more destructive to any opposition…

&

think about it,

there would be no fatalities,

except those dying from boredom or

bad-style-saturation---

still, it would cost a lot less &

i promise you,

after a few days of

rejuvenating brain cells,

no one would miss em’.