Paper people

There is an endless torrent of subliminal profanity,
it lurks just outside the waking consciousness,
just on the tip of everyone's tongue,
just at the edge of everyone's thoughts
just at the boundaries of control.
It is primal insanity,
the imp of the perverse,
the thing that separates us from the beasts.
All feel it though we try to deny it,
all know about it though we try to suppress it,
occasionally some even act on it, though they don't always understand why.


Yesterday a levy broke,
today a man added armor to his D-9 CAT and went tear assing through suburbia.