Poetry: Selections from Sebastian Vice

I’m Not For Everyone

A misanthropic joker

Pessimism in my DNA

Nihilism coursing through my veins

A slam to the brain

Like a hit of cocaine

A tequila chaser

Wash it all away

 

Smokin’ like a death wish

Suicidal tendencies tattooed to my soul

Death paid in installments

French kissin’ the reaper

Playin’ chicken with death

Fuck what you think of me

We’re all the same

Born to lose

 

Tongue like a razor blade

Truth cut like pure Columbian

Delivered without anesthesia

Smash dudes

Crack bones

Body bags

With words

 

We’re all Earth’s aborted children

Ride it out

laughing or crying

I’ll do me

You do you

After all

I’m not for everyone

I’m barely enough for me

 

Society

Polite society

They won’t accept me

My kind’s not welcome

They’d stab my kind

in the back

With a Christian grin

 

Polite society

Eat a fuckin’ dick

Keep your plastic fuckin’ maggots

Personalities more synthetic than oil

And just as black

 

Give me the outcasts

The bastards

The misfits

The degenerates

Societies trash

My treasure

Orphans of society

My children

And if you don’t like us

Fuck you too

 

Polite society

Keep your cocktail parties

And ceaseless chatter

Empty heads

Fuck you

 

I’ll jam with the addict

Vomit on his sweater

And listen to the guy

With voices in his head

Spittin’ truth

Polite society won’t accept

 

I Don’t Believe in Ghosts

I don’t believe in your leaders or heroes

Mouthing empty platitudes

Their mottos by a hollow ring

Justice is blind

Work hard, get paid

The good people win

Abstractions not on the elemental chart

 

I don’t believe in ghosts

 

I don’t believe in your laws

carved up by crooked politicians

Enforced if your skin is brown

By the KKK wearing blue

Fuck your monopoly on violence

 

I don’t believe in ghosts

 

I don’t believe in your religion

Or your God

I have no faith in your Bible

Or any motherfuckin’ holy book

Magical thinking 24/7

Something cut from D&D

 

I don’t believe in ghosts

 

I don’t believe in invisible lines

That separate man from man

Woman from woman

Child from child

Soul from soul

I won’t salute your flag

I pledge allegiance to myself

 

I just don’t believe in ghosts

Sebastian Vice is the founder of Outcast Press, an indie publishing company specializing in transgressive fiction and dirty realism. His poetry and short fiction has, or will, appear in Punk Noir Magazine, Close To The Bone, Cinnabar Moth Publishing, and the anthology In Filth It Shall Be Found. His debut novel Heaven's Tourist will be released Nov 2022 (Cinnabar Moth Publishing), and his second novel Driver will be released August 2023 (Cinnabar Moth Publishing).