bundle of nerves

by Clara No!

where’s the fear

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pete seeger was a little PUSSY boy
with a little pussy DICK
putting daisies in the barrel of a stun gun
against Bessie’s neck
as she cried pure milkfat tears that ran like the pathetic, senile lurch of hugh hefner’s final seed
or larry flynt’s cripple brain bleed
out of her big mommy livestock teats
come and see said He
come and see what your legacy has done
in the pseudo-modern world
when history repeats itself
and we think we’re gonna change the world
when the world in fact changes us
my non dairy creamer powder puff memory
for a better time that never came
for the victims of a monoculture
and how restless i am
that i never got a taste
of what i can remember
before i existed
and there was uncertainty and disco balls
and slurs and feces
like sodomy at the grammy’s
and no fear
where’s the fear
where’s the fear when you’ve mixed too much Borax with the coke
screaming at the air like you’re back in ‘Nam
or drooling like a slug’s wet ass pussy
all over the yellowed edge of a broken toilet seat
and St. Carl Sagan
preacher of stardust AKA God’s breath
whether he likes it or not
telling us all that “the extinction of the human race cannot be ruled out”
where’s the fear
i am going to ask you again
Where’s the fear?
Roan?
Taytay?
Hollywood?
America?

conspiracy theory

I’m going to wine, dine and 69 Alex Jones
just so I can ask him:
are Kanye West
and Leonardo DaVinci
and David Bowie
and Billie Holliday
and Brigitte Bardot
and GG Allin
and John Lennon
and Yoko Ono
and Stepin Fetchit
and Adolf Hitler
the same person?

BALLAD OF THE LABUBU ON THE SHELF — a homage to Bob Dylan’s Ballad of the Gliding Swan

Jill was body-positive till ozempic came
Now she’s a hot corpse of bones and tape
And labubu on the shelf went looking by
The Labubu on the shelf went looking by

World goes turning like a party game
Skin popping like a blister in the flames
And labubu on the shelf went looking by
The Labubu on the shelf went looking by

Congrats the doctor said to Bonnie Blue
Your baby’s part-dog and half-dead too
And labubu on the shelf went looking by
The Labubu on the shelf went looking by

A pizza party for Jim instead of a raise
Found hanging in the bedroom on a rainy day
And the labubu on the shelf went giggling by
The Labubu on the shelf went looking by

Plates of rotting food, a gooner’s cumrag
Life without God sure is a drag
And the labubu on the shelf went giggling by Labubu on the shelf went looking by

Vaccines are a con, my grandma said
Turning blue with a smile as her lungs bled
And the labubu on the shelf went giggling by
Labubu on the shelf went looking by.

Axl Rose Wrote This

hi
welcome to the jungle
we’ve got fun and games
home of our famous puppy burgers
our FUCKING HELL WHY apple pie
and chuck e. cheese yeast infections
i understand your administration has a reservation
pity party of God knows how many
would you like to start with some jalapeno poppers, crushed ice and [redacted]

KINK BRUNCH

his pierced taint hangs over you
like a roof over your head
botulism at the kink brunch

there’s talk of revolution
and it tastes like KY on dry toast
botulism at the kink brunch

matters of the heart
artery as tricky orifice
botulism at the kink brunch

if she got cancer tomorrow
would you hang up the phone
and mourn with your unicorn
botulism at the kink brunch

if only Euripides and Orpheus
had read the ethical slut instead
botulism at the kink brunch

he preaches Manson family values
Uncle Sam with pierced nipples
botulism at the kink brunch

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BIO: Clara No! has been stringing words together and calling it art for a few years now. Her literary inspirations include Cormac McCarthy, punk’s first wave and a very specific retelling of Sleeping Beauty by Mercer Mayer that she was obsessed with as a child.