Tuesday, March 23, 2021

Orphans Of The Apocalypse by El Bastardo

They children cry into the night because the internet no longer works.
So they have no more platform to ask random old weirdos how does my ass look in their delicious bathroom selfies.

Now they must be forced to speak without texting and what is life without emojis?
Or silly cat Gifs to amuse or simply say hang in there.

No more sexting and no more filters.
Only up close flesh upon flesh contact.
What will society ever do?

Welcome to the dark ages.
I will not miss the net, but no power to run the microwave to heat my frozen burritos is a travesty.

At least my skin glows so I may illuminate the night.
Because the Bastardo has always been afraid of the dark and cellphone video cameras.

Because sometimes they capture more than a memory.

And in prison no one gives a flying fuckico if you scream like a little piggy.






Bastardo is the greatest luchador on history since Thomas Jefferson. 
He currently runs Bastardo' s driving school for the blind.

He has been published everywhere including.
Hustler, Vanity Fair, Time Magazine and some clap trap better known as the Dope Fiend Daily.

He has been nominated for 100 Pushcart nominations and ten Grammys.
He is currently working on a film about his life called the Buddy Holly story part dos.


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