The Science of Hate

Hate is a geography A floating continent really. It spends most of its time In the Far East (the Orient) And moves west with the sun To nourish its flowers and vines. Its beasts will forever feed on your indignities Catholic and otherwise. Like every continent Its got its rat eat rat cities. These cities The legal apparatuses are always unhinged And points towards The punishment of the sleepless. Punishment That is After all the Catholic way The endless sport With no true winners In the mind of the guilty. Only you have declared The residents of this town As sexless Unwashed And uncultured. A city of peasants Who spend their time in church Or behind a typewriter, Computer and spewing All vile and forgotten things From the outdated theater of Black and white ideas. All with the grace of apes. A city of apes Whose lone desire Is to break the backs of their youth And be forgiven in a Sunday confessional. Their backs were to be broken forward so they can always bend at the foot of the cross Of the holy And rotting corpse. As one great writer put it “Does Christ ever get tired of bleeding?” Though you have declared the rock n’ roll soul can heal anything A dubious claim if you ask me, As long as you can escape this city And find a natural home In another town where depravity And sex flourishes. But sooner or later This continent will sink below the waterline Until the next great Betrayal.