The “tolerance” of snuffing other human lives continues to baffle and disturb me. This is particularly true given the shit that such lethal choices unleash. Can we love humans, awe humans, more than our attachment to such shit? This poem lays out the choice.
Due Doo?
In loo
Of an up to snuff supply
Of moral fiber
Loving our enemies
Will be superseded
Buy loving our enemas
