what aint spoke                         

this town’s got a antiseptic stink
same as the stupid town
i hauled my queer ass out of 45 years ago  
what aint spoke dont exist  
same gawd-dam stink that breeds them split tongues
of the snakes that murder their own
in the name of friendly fire  
then turn right around an name us folks heretics
for resisting that same gawd-dam murdering  
just the same as what aint spoke dont stink  
rape yer brothers while they’re too young to rat on you
it’s like what aint spoke
flat out just aint there
kind of stink
just keep your collar clean
tell yer old lady how to vote  
put in yer honest 40 hours  
fuck yer daughter after you tuck her
into her little pink ruffled bed  
pray to blood-jesus he’ll give you a son  
be sure you got a cousin who’s a cop or councilman
pray extra to blood-jesus yer son
finds him a good clean woman who’s got a cross danglin
from her throat an she keeps yer kitchen
with the same stink as yer old lady’s toilet bowl
use the best hubcap cleaner you can buy cuz 
yer wheels’re yer front door
an probly the church’ll save yer ass  
if you rape yer son’s ole lady real nice an smooth
so she thinks she likes it  
tell her you could’n help yerself
an you got a cousin who’s a cop
an she’s gonna owe him a piece
if she dont keep it to herself  
just call it friendly fire  
she’ll have two tongues cuz she’s a local girl
one to ream your ass  
one to ream yer jesus-begot son’s ass
in this stinkin town where what aint spoke
never happened
an you know yer plenty safe  
that bitch won’t say nothing cuz
she already knows
how it goes
around this town

© The Poet Spiel/UK