Sweet TV
You & Me
Got a date
We touch
I learn
Whose
lives
mean
most
Which
truth
sounds
most
like
the
world
I
want
around
me
These shoes barely fit, but look fantastic
The uncanny caricatures sure seem to be
the ends to my meager means
These drive-thru aspirations taste like ****
I am born nuclear, and I am lightning fast
without self-assessment
Why would I ask?
Why would I want
to be stripped of speed
in a place that wants me
on the floor, dead or poorly
resourced to save the handful
of golden few, who sit in thrones
stitched in skin and filled with blood
at the spine of the world, watching while
me, my family, my friends and the neighborhood
burn up in linen and cotton tattooed with American green
-- I want above, to look down from the top.
**** everyone else.
i was born in a pair value village sweat pants
this is for everyone else born in a trailer, born in a project,
born into a broken family, born with preternatural traits in
a society of judges, keepers, and enforcers.
we're not each others' enemies.
we're the foundation.
and who cares who kills who when Elon Musk
will save you from Earth, and take you to space?
