Minor Manifesto of a Lesser Human Being

No origin myth
of which to speak.

To hear the old man tell it,
a buzzard shit on a rock and
I hatched in the sinister sun—
so becoming the sinister one

(unfortuately
this cannot be
independently
verified).

This much I know:

From beginning to end
is frenzy,
a clench of
jaw and fist

to smash this
skull invasion
by the dull
and dissolute.

This you must know:

My surrender
is subterfuge;
my friendship,
farce.

To defend this
last bastion
of the revolution,
I lock the door.

Minor Manifesto of a Lesser Human Being