Poetry: Selections from Sebastian Vice

I’m Not For Everyone

A misanthropic joker
Pessimism in my DNA
Nihilism coursing through my veins
A slam to the brain
Like a hit of cocaine
A tequila chaser
Wash it all away
Smokin’ like a death wish
Suicidal tendencies tattooed to my soul
Death paid in installments
French kissin’ the reaper
Playin’ chicken with death
Fuck what you think of me
We’re all the same
Born to lose
Tongue like a razor blade
Truth cut like pure Columbian
Delivered without anesthesia
Smash dudes
Crack bones
Body bags
With words
We’re all Earth’s aborted children
Ride it out
laughing or crying
I’ll do me
You do you
After all
I’m not for everyone
I’m barely enough for me


Polite society
They won’t accept me
My kind’s not welcome
They’d stab my kind
in the back
With a Christian grin
Polite society
Eat a fuckin’ dick
Keep your plastic fuckin’ maggots
Personalities more synthetic than oil
And just as black
Give me the outcasts
The bastards
The misfits
The degenerates
Societies trash
My treasure
Orphans of society
My children
And if you don’t like us
Fuck you too
Polite society
Keep your cocktail parties
And ceaseless chatter
Empty heads
Fuck you
I’ll jam with the addict
Vomit on his sweater
And listen to the guy
With voices in his head
Spittin’ truth
Polite society won’t accept

I Don’t Believe in Ghosts

I don’t believe in your leaders or heroes
Mouthing empty platitudes
Their mottos by a hollow ring
Justice is blind
Work hard, get paid
The good people win
Abstractions not on the elemental chart
I don’t believe in ghosts
I don’t believe in your laws
carved up by crooked politicians
Enforced if your skin is brown
By the KKK wearing blue
Fuck your monopoly on violence
I don’t believe in ghosts
I don’t believe in your religion
Or your God
I have no faith in your Bible
Or any motherfuckin’ holy book
Magical thinking 24/7
Something cut from D&D
I don’t believe in ghosts
I don’t believe in invisible lines
That separate man from man
Woman from woman
Child from child
Soul from soul
I won’t salute your flag
I pledge allegiance to myself
I just don’t believe in ghosts

Sebastian Vice is the founder of Outcast Press, an indie publishing company specializing in transgressive fiction and dirty realism. His poetry and short fiction has, or will, appear in Punk Noir Magazine, Close To The Bone, Cinnabar Moth Publishingand the anthology In Filth It Shall Be Found. His debut novel Heaven's Tourist will be released Nov 2022 (Cinnabar Moth Publishing), and his second novel Driver will be released August 2023 (Cinnabar Moth Publishing).


  1. Wow. Simply, Wow. So much to think about here. Thank you.


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