Put all the
elderly eye sores
in monochromatic,
ammonia scented
cages.

We’re sick of their
unsightly nature,
And their unjustifiable
hormonal
rages.

Who care’s what
lives they led?
What stories they could
tell.

Let them all go insane,
(if they haven’t already)
to the sound of a
teenage
certified nurse’s assistant
texting her boyfriend
like hell.

Let them rot in defecation,
and fears.
Let them pray to a god
who no longer cares.

Let us go to work.
Chase ***,
Apply lip gloss,
bat our lashes,
and drink
our beer.

Occasionally going to an elderly’s
funeral
to stare.