#fatcats
Time ticks down as we gouge,
burn, eat and smear this planet,
all the while avoiding eye-contact
as we line our graves with cash
for a soft and pointless landing
Standing knee-deep already
on a rented doorstep
the next in line rightfully curse us
as the fat get fatter, fit to burst,
but never fit for purpose
Nov 10, 2021
Nov 10, 2021 at 11:40 AM UTC
It costs to live
we know this
but the currency is ours to spend
We should be livid at those
who pretend to care
espouse our best interests
but then push us
to be batteries for a
busted machine
Remember their fat faces
when we’re clear
their arch indifference
and disdain, for once,
for our fear
When they return again
to using our dreads
against us
remember
May 9, 2020
May 9, 2020 at 6:29 AM UTC