Watching Amazon Prime While The Iranians Burn

Watching Amazon Prime while the Iranians burn. Stuffing our mouths with cheesysugarbacon while the sky turns black over Tehran. Laughing without smiling. Laughing with full mouths and empty eyes while their water mixes with oil and blood. "Hoho this will hurt Trump in the midterms" the liberal chortles, masturbating furiously while ruined parents pull ruined schoolbags out of ruined schools. Frolicking on lawns with hamburgers in both fists doing patchouli tai chi in clothes made by slaves as black rain waters gardens of severed limbs and blown-out eyeballs. This is our culture. This is our religion. Praying to Pornhub while children scream, telling ourselves it will all be worth it when Iranian women can do OnlyFans to pay for boob jobs and butt lifts and go to Capitalist Heaven when they die. Jizzing Taco Bells and bail bonds firms all over the global south, our bellies full of the flesh of children, our veins full of plastic and our mouths full of Lexapro, dancing at the ballroom covered in blood and brains, gyrating to AI-generated music cranked up to maximum volume to hide the sounds of the explosions and the gasps of our dying souls. Oh I'm sorry, am I bumming you out? Have a hamburger and a Xanax. Everything's fine. This is all normal. Let's pick the bits of skull and teeth from our hair and go party. Reading by Tim Foley.