Noah Cicero - The Collected Works of Noah Cicero Vol. I

“You’re always drunk.

“You’re always fighting.

“A lot of you have taken to Oxy, weed, heroin, Valium, and a good amount crack.

“There are no jobs for you here. Can you not see that?

“Most of the people of Youngstown have left, the smart ones.

“But you have stayed, hoping for a better day.

“Even though you are completely conscious that such a day will never come.

“I’m going to do you all a favor.

“I’m using the Great American Military to relocate you to another area.

“You will be happy where you’re going. I send people there all the time and they never complain again.”

The crowd screamed and hollered.

But The President did not care.

He just walked off the stage like nothing happened.

He didn’t even look at the people.

So the people started walking home to get their stuff and get in their cars.

But the military men said, “Stop, you aren’t going anywhere, you pieces of shit have to walk.”

The trash of Youngstown screamed, “We need our shit to move!”

So the military shot some Youngstown trash.

The people started moving then.

Nobody knew where they were going.

Most were too drunk or high to care.

As they were leaving they could see bulldozers come into town, getting ready to knock over buildings.

They walked for several days.

Some were fed, some were not.

One would think the people of Youngstown would have put up a fight.

But they believed wholeheartedly that The President would lead them somewhere beautiful, like Florida or California.

Weeks passed and it didn’t seem like they were going anywhere.

They figured out they were moving west, but where they did not know.

Around the fourth week, the military stopped feeding them.

They became delirious.

There were no more drugs or booze to be found.

Sometimes they would pass through a town and people would look at them and laugh.

Eventually they were led to a giant hole in the ground.

But they were so tired and hungry by then they didn’t even notice. And walked peacefully into the hole.

Over a hundred thousand humans were in that hole.

They all sat down.

The blacks were down in the hole with their weaves and cornrows.

The poor whites were down there with their mullets and Tweety Bird shirts.

Together at last.

The hole was lined with military men.

Holding machine guns.

The men stared down at the Youngstown trash and fired.

Screams were heard.

Grenades were thrown in the hole.

Body parts flew everywhere.

The Youngstown trash could hear the military men laughing while they shot and threw grenades.

It took several hours but eventually everyone in the hole was either dead or badly wounded to the point of being unable to walk.

The military men stopped firing.

They sat on the edge of the hole smoking and drinking booze, picking off the remaining Youngstown trash one by one for target practice.

After about two days.

None were left.

Bulldozers came.

Perhaps the same ones that knocked down the city of Youngstown, pushed dirt over its citizens.

*

Two old white men wearing expensive suits were sitting in an office in Youngstown. One’s name was Bob, the other was Tony.

The year was 1876.

Tony said to Bob, “If we send some boats to Southern Europe and get some Italians and Greeks to work for us, we can pay them less than the Germans and British we have working for us now.”

*

The Code of Hammurabi: Written around 1740 B.C.E.

Eye for an Eye, laws to protect private property.

Written language exists to protect private property.

The Nile River: Egypt: 2050 to 1652 B.C.E.

The Pharaoh: The God King: At least the rulers didn’t lie about what they thought they were back then.

They used stone dishes. That must’ve sucked.

The Assyrians: 700 B.C.E. They kicked ass and took names later.

They won because they could create terror.

Harappan Culture: A peaceful culture: 3000 to 1800 B.C.E.

This brilliant culture thrived for 1300 years. And then it disappeared. None of it was left when the Aryans arrived.

Krishna says stupid shit: 200 B.C.E.

Krishna tells poor people to die for the rich because it is their duty, because rich people are gods.

Reincarnation: Created by Aryans: Outside invaders to India: Between 1500 and 1000 B.C.E.

A stroke of genius by the rich to keep poor people stupid and retarded.

Greeks: 750 to 500 B.C.E.: A lot of shit written down.

People were naked a lot, some good philosophy, some good plays, homosexuality. If you were a woman or a slave, your life sucked.

The Roman Empire: Founded by Romulus and Remus 753 B.C.E. The shit ends 50 °C.E. So for 1,253 years Rome thrived.

Wars, sex, and random insanity by their rulers.

Christianity: Gospels written between 50 and 150: Loser fan club.

No evidence of Jesus’ existence, a lot of wasted lives and dead people because of it.

Mayan Culture: 300 to 850: A really cool calendar.

Makes written language to record lives of rich people.

The Rise of Islam: 600s: Cruel stupidity.

Another stroke of genius by the rich, Islam told poor people they would go to heaven if they die for the economic interests of the rich. Some inventions here and there.

Islam still reigns in the middle east, meaning the people still hate themselves.

*

Looking back over history.

A lot of shit went down for a long time.

Harappan culture for over a thousand years. All those people working to keep that culture going.

All those hands that built and created that culture.

I look at the pictures of the ruins and imagine the millions of people who walked the streets of their cities.

The gossip they spoke, what they did in their spare time.

For over a thousand years humans living under the Harappan flag.

3,800 years before I even existed, their culture was gone.

All the people of the great Harappan culture dead before I even came into existence.

All the humans that have existed since then did not know one human from that culture.

All that history.

The history books say the decline and eventual disappearance of the Harappan culture is a mystery.

There is no mystery here in America.

The reasons can be seen on every TV channel.

Written on everybody’s face.

The people have given up.

They are too mentally deranged to even revolt.

They have to take drugs and drink booze to quiet all the American thoughts.

*

On a carrier in the Persian Gulf.

A man sits deep in the ship.

At 8pm it is his job to push a button to send missiles to an Iraqi village.

He sits there thinking, I hope I get sent to the Philippines soon. I would love to stick my dick into one of those nice little Philippine girls soon.

While he sits there he is eating a bag of chips.

Over his headset he gets the order.

He puts down his bag of chips.

Pushes the button.

Then thinks, I would really love some pussy right now.

*

An Arab man is sitting in his kitchen, sweating, eating a bag of chips.

He’s dead now.

*

Let’s get personal.

I am one human among six and a half billion.

Like if you had six and a half billion pieces of Pez, and you took out one piece and sat it next to the giant pile.

I would be that one piece.

I am one piece of Pez.

Yes I am.

I live on Earth, in America. Red, white, and blue MO FO!

Inside the state of Ohio.

In a city named Youngstown.

I live in a house.

Remember this all comes from my heart.

You know?

The other day my shit was so hard and big, I had to cut it in half with a coat hanger to get it down the toilet.