Hungry Hungry Hypocrites

M.C. SHARP
3 min readSep 28, 2020

IN GODDESS WE TRUST O’ Crunchwrap Supreme! & Baja Blasting off we scream:

‘Live Mas! And Prosper!’ to the Roswell Aliens who watch us Rock’it while we wave from our grand ol’ high flying spangled starships.

We choose to go full circle, because Yes We Can.

As rough riders we hover through Lunar Kennedy Airports & Cuban hijacker layovers.

Hail to thee O’ Astro-Columbus Cosmonauts! For fortune, fame, & yellow pressed Spain first striked claim to intercontinental ballistic El Dorados, flaming like the forty-eight gold crowned States listed on the flight’s manifest destiny, which was due west but went squealing ‘EUREKA!’ down into the bay of pigs & the bottom of the sea.

Dribble hot tropical rum, that burns in a flash, the bikini body flesh of a Cold War planet.

America is a Slim-Jim sandwich for those who can stand it.

O’ Cain how were you able to Plymouth this rock into my skull?

History, after all, is a nightmare for the living, made even worse when sitting next to Uncle Undead on Thanksgiving.

Select Smallpox and cook on HIGH, ten minutes for Indians & set the clock back fourscore & seven years ago for Slaves; Starving is the Fat Man & Little Boy who Shout ’Geronimo!’ to Nuke the Top Ramen in the Hiroshima Microwave.

Syrians & Hispanics, crossing seas in sinking Titanics, must be woke enough to smell the yellow Mayflowers & steer steel ships into sparkling Pearl Harbors, while making believe that that’s just how they planned it.

But If you aren’t hungry enough, you can just bite your tongue and panic.

O’ Moses, don’t you know the Price Is always Right?

Won’t you come on down! the mountain, and tell the rebellious Israelites on Wall St. That it’s just too late to castrate that Golden Calf?

Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, until you cry the hilarious tear gas of Jehovah God’s Wrath.

Hail Mary, full of bass, the aux cord is with thee, but at this dance party, the first get firster and the last get laster. Just pour that bloody watered down wine! Faster, Faster, Faster.

Away you twelve tribes from this Mystery Wizard of Oz-Babylon!, Away from this King Nebuchadnezzar Nimrod! Down the yellow brick road till’ your matzo balled asses gets back home to the promised land O’ Kansas.

YHWH you know, he is just such a Leo, he saved Daniel from the lion’s pit, but he left the Christians in the colosseum to get ripped by their bite size bits.

What is a miracle & what is just Satanic?

America is a Slim-Jim sandwich for those who can stand it.

O’ Jonah, didn’t anyone ever tell you? If you are willing to work your jaw hard enough- you- can swallow the Whale.

President Eve was elected on a platform Republican’of all-out I AM AHAB! No-More-Welfare LEVIATHAN! Now it’s White-Whales-Faire-Mon capitaine’italism & you just have to be willin’ to get in there and take a bite out of that there big apple pie!

This is Sega Genesis 1989!

Keep your eyes out on astral bail orbit, and Prozac the skulls that crack rock the starry cocaine skyline. Crash NASDAQ stocks like sugar cane & stay strategically strapped with C.I.A Full Spectrum Dominance Deep Space TEC-9. Harpoon any’ yellow bellied gold toothed pirates you can find, be they Somalian, Salvadoran, Iranian or Cyberdyne. Go tell the Oil Rich they better have my money, kid. I will eat the cold heart of cash from the ash of enemies that I roast like tokes from Havanan blunts on high. Mother Earth is a cunt who I cannibalize. So spare me the mystic 60’s crystal Revelations bullshit, I have a whole harem of acid-dropping ass-licking hippies to Alpha my Omega if I ever want to get tantric.

But If you aren’t hungry enough, you can just bite your tongue and panic.

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M.C. SHARP

Journalism. Fiction. Pop Cultural Criticism. Poetics & Opinionism.