did you hear they’re killing subtlety
on the White House Lawn? finally figured out
how to compress gym science sentimentality
for the hard, chiseled body of the Western man
that great product of Western Thought
beautiful, perfect, strong, not fucking gay,
and at any given moment at risk of being snuffed out
into the headline: former Fox News host
current Secretary of War Petey H
takes aim at low-T soldiers.
That’s right, the stuff that turns
sad girls to cool dudes
is Pete Hegseth’s supersoldier serum.
man test. they ball tap you
if you flinch, faggot, you get the jab
(weirdly enough they did the same thing to me
to check if I was a real man
and, ruling it out, diagnosed me as a tranny
Wrote it on the chart and everything.)

it’s fine, legally speaking
you signed your old flesh
to the world’s second-most moral army; join
the homunculus of the Washington Dynasty,
the Muscular New God.
revel in the sacrament of boy-on-boy violence
none of that faggy “turn the other cheek” shit
Jesus survived the crucifixion without swooning
Washboard Abs glistening with High-T Blood-Sweat
He frees himself by being Strong
Grabs Pilate’s head, rips it off
spine and all (he had it coming). Then:
The Son of God, the One-of-Three,
Divine Made Flesh, Holiest of Holies
Stands Before an Astonished Flock and Shrieks:
“HOW’S THIS FOR TRUTH
HERE’S MY BODY, THERE’S HIS BLOOD”
And Everyone Fucking Claps Forever