Bloody Europe

Shut up and learn when not to shut up.
You were so beautiful when I was growing ears,
but now they're blasted, tattered, going deaf

Your voice rainbow arches into peoples' eyes
and fountains from their aural canals, now unicolored,
when you don't give proper warning. You shatter
ideas of porcelain bosoms, you splinter dreams of rusty ankles,
you devastate the ground on which they wish to stand.
Don't you see that you are raping yourself?
You never give proper warning now! You only give the
!s and the ?s
and you pulverize the world and shoot it up
like crack cocaine, and you OD on bloody
Europe.

You pulverize yourself with all that noise.
It's unassisted genocide.

This was not a time not to shut up.
This was not not not not not not negated.
The deciphering has become the cipher, and
you are losing every word you scream.
So shut up, if you can't give proper warning!
I'm not even up yet. And you're already shooting
my eardrums in with your concrete invasion future.
I haven't got a chance to hold it back,
keep it out, stay at breathing distance from suffocation;
you know that and you have learned to love that.
You are the sadist mother, calling all your
children's birthdays 'countdowns'.
You think that the eardrum
is a concussion instrument.

!

What does it mean?

!

What does it mean?

!

Is this the deaf! mut!e bl!ind !dumb beginning of the end...

???