With global temperatures set at sweat lodge
And celebrity chefs baked into audio landscapes
And wingless wasps DMing their asses off
With everything all regulated and shit
Vis-a-vis green barrel waste
The pot calling the kettle
Sewage overflow
Random errors in duplication
Guitars with twelve necks.
I get no kicks in subverting expectations
But things be turning gnarlier
And I’m pretty gutted about it
Scientists and experts agree
Permafrost ain’t perma no mo
And that’s why your dog
He’s a honey of a sleeper I mean but
You made the qualifying purchases
You earned the bonus miles.
And there you are chewing off your own mind
Tryna free yourself from the brands
Tryna extricate yourself from the apps
Stuck at the wrong gate of the wrong airport
In the wrong capital of the wrong country
On the wrong continent of the wrong planet
In the wrong galaxy of the wrong universe
I mean that to me
Serious alarm bells.
Serious alarm bells indeed. God help me through this poem. You have nailed it like Christ on the cross. I enjoyed it. Warning and all.
ReplyDeleteThank you. I got het up.
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