When that sweet day comes
When the last breathe has left his body
His heart stops and his body grows cold
(As will happen to all of us)
His threat will be no more.
They will throw dirt over his coffin

And give his waste back to the earth
And we will cry tears of joy.
And piss on his grave!

No more, no more
Menace be no more.
The cancer is gone.

And the weight lifted.
How sweet that day will be!
We will dance in the streets.
We will lift our voices in song.
We will drink and burn one down.
We will kiss strangers in our ecstasy.

At last. At last.
At long last.
He will bother us no more.

(A Profane Poem For Profane Times)

I have published and retracted this poem several times.

I am curating a collection of my profane poems for a short chapbook.

It will stay up.

I plan on asking for contributions for a second chapbook once I am done this one. If you are sitting on your own stash of profane poems let me know.