In The Beginning There Was FuckTards

Buddy knew better than

To put his hand up.

Up, or out or something

To shake with.

No hands could be out.

What was this about?

It was Trans

I’ll

Vania and

How de dootie

And

Haven’t we met before?

Yes we have

And take a stab

At the afterlife

It brings to light

That light or it’s absence

Is the only true resistance

To everyone knowing

That we be going

To that from whence we came.