Tom Piccirilli(1965-2015)

God Bless America!

9/11!

Greatest Nation in the History of the World!

But when it comes the time

there's a brain tumour the size of a tennis ball

in your head,

it's time for your relatives to beg money

so that you could be treated

in the Greatest Country In The World....

One Edgar, four Bram Stoker Awards

and still you were just another

miserable poor bastard

stuck in a system

where making money on extending your life,

extending your death

was the real horror,

a vampire feeding on you

for every coin you had

and for every coin your friends and fans came up with.

"Give it all to us!" the vampire

demanded, and so

a little bit of life

was bought with much cash

and your death prolonged;

money bought you a twilight existence of pain

chained to the system

like a chattel slave, a goddamn

factory animal existing to make a profit

out of your own suffering for medical companies,

insurance companies, politicians.

It was the real horror

which caught you in its clawed limbs

and never let you go.

They sacrificed you on an altar for greed.

Manifest Destiny!

USA! USA! USA!

12.10.2016