Beyond where one thinks
one sinks into delirium
It's
like an engine that pinks
when it's short of
petroleum,
where nothing turns
and
no lights flash, where the
final floods in like a
chickenpox rash and you're
scratching around for the
answers,

Please place a pound in the slot.

And if we are the machine
then the vaccine is pointless
unless we are not and it is.

If you need time to decide then
you're not on my side,
game on.