. . . letting someone starve, doing violence, a fist, a blade, an assault rifle, an aerial bombing campaign,
a line that says, “On this side is Heaven, and on the other is Hell.”
letting someone lose their mind to a hungry rage,
building a media empire on bogus psuedo-science cures,
building a media empire on getting people to fear vaccine jabs,
How ‘bout,
I make all the worst atomic decisions, okay?
And then,
you know,
won’t be any decisions left to make
or not make
or wish I did this or that
nuclear armageddon is the surest cure for the woulda-shoulda-couldas, doncha’ know!
Hey,
I got a whole bomb bunker with a self-contained oxygen supply and the most amazing stash of offline porn,
every episode of all those Skinamax shows,
paid some cable pirates in Eastern Europe to get me the complete run of every Playboy Channel movie and TV program on 4K disc, ‘cause I’m a freak for the plastic, bro!
-and there’s a New Definition of Conqueror Supreme for ya’:
THE FINAL MASTURBATOR.
ABOVE ALL THE OTHERS.
THE MAXIMUM OLI-GLAZE-ARCH.
YOU CAN’T EVEN BOW TO ME . . .
. . . ‘cause, like, you’re ashes . . .
. . . sorry I’m not sorry, friend . . .
. . . I just had to bust . . .
. . . not lonely ‘cause I was the Man of Destiny from Way Back, y’know?
. . . hard to relate to I suppose . . . ah, well . . .
POSTSCRIPT:
When a survey team breached the bunker they found the withered, well-preserved corpse of the Last Oli-glaze-arch. An autopsy revealed he had choked to death on a black olive pit. Further investigation revealed that the lethal pit had come from a can of allegedly pre-pitted black olives, but as any experienced shopper knows, sometimes a pit or two gets past quality control. It’s always best to chew carefully, despite what the label says.
One of them ‘trust but verify’ type of deals.
