"exterminate" poems
Autism Speaks don’t speak for me.
Cause I reject their reality.
What if I felt the exact same way
about their neurotypicality?
See, normal?
It’s a peculiar word,
and I guess it means I’m not following the herd.
But I don’t see why you want me gone—
At least I’m alive. At least I’m strong.
******
My existence a crime.
A baby they’d abort if they’d only had the time.
Early detection.
Eugenics by another name.
Autism speaks till you silence it without shame.
Auschwitz for Autism, soon to be in business—
Neurotypical Nazis, only trying to finish us
Yeah, to you we’re hardly people,
and driving off a cliff with your daughter isn’t evil?
Well, here’s another wakeup call for the sheeple.
You exterminate so much you make the Daleks look peaceful.
Well, aren’t I human? Answer me please.
Because your fear and “awareness” has me down on my knees.
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 3:56 PM UTC
I am a master seamstress
I sew on a grin every day
You can never see my seams
Careful little stitchings
All across the surface
At the end of the day
I cut every little string
I let my sewn smile fall weak
I could smile without it
But it wouldn't be true
Because my cute little smile
Is merely a façade
The real me hides behind seams
She sews to be a survivor
The little seamstress I become
I am a master seamstress
I sew thoughts onto papers
The ink could never bleed through
My strong tight stitchings
Gliding across the blank paper
At the edge of the sheet
I find myself stopping
My stitches want to unravel
I have to let them out
Because they look so caged
So I exterminate my thoughts
They never come back to visit
I set them free for a reason
And it was for them to survive
This little seamstress has a heart
I am a master seamstress
I turn colors into thoughts
The thoughts I turn to material
The material I turn to beauty
The beauty I turn to stitches
The stitches heal broken hearts
My work is so well known
But then they go and leave
I do my part and they are pleased
I stitch their hearts up
They cut some stitchings
Right off my patched heart
The little strings I use
On my seamless tiny grin fray
The seamstress I was works no wonders
I am a master seamstress
I sew the strings onto the puppets
They act a lot like I do
So I admire their tough hearts
They are controlled by another
Little hands lift them up
And make them walk through life
They have their grins plastered on
Just like my seamless little smile
They prance and fly among us
But we never seem to notice them
It's like they are invisible
Falling upon deaf eyes
But I keep them alive
Because a seamstress always saves
I am a master seamstress
I sew what some call impossible
I prove them wrong with one stitch
Still they see right through me
I sewed myself invisibly
Don't let them see the real me
Don't let them know the seamstress
I've sewed their eyes to know
Not to look upon me
As I fix as I repair
They think of me as a fairy
Patching up their cuts
I'm just a small little figure
They never really see
That's just the way a seamstress likes
I am a master seamstress
I sew my wings of thread
Wear them proudly like a trophy
Every stitch is always perfect
They fly up off the wings
They soar when I fly up high
Drooping when I try to walk
My wings are seamless grins
They pretend to be when I'm not
Just like the little grin of everyday
Fly away all you little seams
All the little frayed strings
Gather up in all my stitchings
They look upon the air with care
But the seamstress can't fly away anymore
I am a master seamstress
Sewing up what cannot be fixed by man
Sep 12, 2017
Sep 12, 2017 at 2:35 PM UTC
A DEATH CREATES A DECEMBER/OCTOBER TWIN BIRTH WITH RAY POCOCK’S LIFE FOLLOWING HIS TRAGIC NEXT LIFE’S DEATH
YOU SEE ROBERT KINOSHITA, TURNS 100, AND GOES UP TO SATURN TO
DO A FEW ROBOT DANCES, AND INVENTS THIS LITTLE SONG
I AM THE GREATEST, I MADE A FAMOUS ROBOT
IT WAS IN A GREAT GREAT SHOW TITLED LOST IN SPACE
I WANTED TO LIVE FOREVER, BUT I EVENTUALLY KICKED THE BUCKET
BUT I LIVED TO BE 100, TO SAY I DID THE ROBOT DANCE
I DID THE ROBOT DANCE, SAYING
I AM A ROBOT, I AM A ROBOT, MY WAY IS COMING TRUE THROUGHOUT THE LAND
I AM A ROBOT EVERY SINGLE DAY
I CREATED ROBOT B-9, HE WAS FAMOUS FOR SAYING
DANGER WILL ROBINSON DANGER WILL ROBINSON DANGER WILL ROBINSON
AND THEN SAID, I AM A ROBOT, I AM A ROBOT,
I AM COMING TO EXTERMINATE YOU, I AM A ROBOT FOREVER AND EVER
AND THEN AS I GET OFF STAGE I TIP A KEG OF METHANE ALL OVER RAY POCOCK
TO SAY, LET’S MAKE TWINS IN OCTOBER, WELL LET’S MAKE THEM DUE IN OCTOBER ANYWAY
AND ROBERT AND RAY SAID WE ARE PERFECT ROBOTS
WE WILL CREATE NEW LIFE, IN OCTOBER, OH YEAH
RAY HAS NO IDEA, EITHER HAS ROBERT, BUT THEY BOTH SAID WE ARE ROBOTS
AND DANGER, IF WE LET THE TERRORISTS WIN
WE ARE CRONUS’S, EMBASSADORS, I AM CRONUS
I AM THE ONE IN THE FAMILY, WHO LIKES IMAGINATIVE ROBOTS
AND WE DANCE, WE ARE BIG ROBOTS, WE ARE BIG ROBOTS
WE HAVE COME TO ESTERMINATE YOU GUYS IF YA COME TO CLOSE
DANGER WILL ROBINSON, DANGER WILL ROBINSON
THERE WILL BE DANGER IF ROBERT AND RAY SEPERATE, CAUSE
THEY ARE JOINED TO PROTECT THE EARTH, AND BRING PROPER ROBOTS BACK
WE WANT HELPFUL ROBOTS WE WANT HELPFUL ROBOTS
WE WILL GET THEM NOW, ROBERT KINOSHITA TIP METHANE ALL OVER BARRY ALLAN
CAUSE, HE WON’T EXCEPT HE IS NOW ELIZABETH ANN CAMPBELL
DANGER BARRY ALLAN ROBERT SAID IF YOU GET THIS YOUR LIKE ME AND MUMMY CRAP OUT OF YOUR SONS
DANGER AHEAD, TO OLD HAGS WE ARE BIG ROBOTS, AND WE WILL STAY BIG ROBOTS FOREVER
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 3:08 AM UTC
As the sound of the fireworks
Signaled celebration for the rest
As the night sky lit up with lights
It was the beginning of a test
Fireworks echoed the end
It was similar to the sound
Of breaking and collapsing
Of everything crashing down
The more the twists and turns
The more worth and excitement
The more the trials challenges
The more resistance to torment
As fireworks exploded in the sky
As fire rained downed onto earth
As the end echoed from the flames
A beacon of hope was given birth
A beacon enveloped in flames
Which tried to exterminate
An embodiment of strength
Which can never depreciate
Wrapped in burning flames
Which tried so ever
To turn it to nothing
But it didn't surrender
A Phoenix born from the ashes
A beacon that would not surrender
A Phoenix that lit up in darkness
A Phoenix that only gets stronger
A Phoenix that's brighter
Than anything ever seen
Born from fire that burned it
And stronger than what it's been
When there is nothing more but ash
And when it seems hopeless
Be your own Phoenix
And illuminate in darkness
So that everyone in doubt
And all of the hindrances
Will be in awe and no longer deny
Your immeasurable unwavering resilience
A Phoenix that wouldn't allow
The same flame, to burn it down
A Phoenix that turns fire
Into its glorious gown
A Phoenix that turns the end
Into a magnificent enviable crown
A Phoenix, even in a sea of fire
Wouldn't dare burn or drown
From the fire and ashes, it has risen
Unwavering strength and unyielding flame
Spreading its wings to soar once again
I am still me but no longer the same
Jun 29, 2016
Jun 29, 2016 at 7:34 AM UTC
There once was a man with a bowtie
And a little redhead girl
I'm gonna tell you the truth now
She loved him and he loved her.
They sat around the table
With fish fingers and custard, ice cream
They talked about his big blue box
And her family
In the middle of their midnight snack
An alarm rang from TARDIS, blue
He told her he would be back
In just a minute, or two
He accidentally missed his mark
Twelve years had gone by
But he just sauntered out
Waving and saying "Amelia, hi!"
Twas the first time they saved the world
When Amelia was just nineteen
Two years later he picked her up
On the eve of her wedding
But then the cracks in the universe
And all of space and time
Consumed the Doctor, all of him
But that's not the ending rhyme
The night she and Rory wed
Amy jumped out of her chair
"I remember you!" She shouted
And the Doctor appeared there
And so the Raggedy man came back
No more in the crack in the wall
Amy's imaginary friend
Bowtie, suspenders, and all
Later came an astronaut
Her name was River Song
She lifted her hand and against her will
Killed the Doctor, gone.
But, hooray!
The Doctor wasn't dead
It was wibbly wobbly, timey wimey
Stuff messing with their heads
And Amy had a daughter
Name? Melody Pond.
But the only water in the forest is rivers,
So she was really River Song.
Subtract love,
Add hate
Daleks scream
Exterminate!
Angels, Angels everywhere
Take a little blink
In the ground and in the air
And then they took Rory
"Come along Pond, please!"
He said with a cry
She turned to him and said
"Raggedy man, goodbye!"
"No!" He shouts in despair
"It can't be true!"
He stands over their grave
Oh Ponds, he loved you
He sits on the steps
Letting River fly
Too grief stricken to hurt
Or even to cry
Dreams are broken
Time stands still
The Doctor runs up
A small rocky hill
Afterword, it reads
By Amelia Pond
We love you Doctor
And we're sorry we're gone
There's a girl waiting in a garden
She'll be waiting for a while
So go to her
She needs a smile.
Tell her she's a fairytale
Known by many, loved by more
Not best in the universe,
But most important in the world.
She went with him and took his hand
He showed her the stars and distant lands
Together they ran, their spirits high
Until they day came when they said goodbye
Goodbye, Ponds.
Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 3:35 PM UTC
you see cronus and barry allan and buddha, has been battling the terrible forces
of cyclone marcia, which is caused by the cosmic fight of ted bundy and ronnie biggs
you see, brian allan was very tired, because he had to fight the terrible winds caused
by ted and ronnie, you see what happening is, kids and surfers and rock fishermen
and all sorts of the yobbos culture, have let ted bundy and ronnie biggs take full control
and ned kelly and the crazy ed gein, you see i just wanted to do tapestries, but, my eyes
were too tired, and i had to put power into these stupid people, who are doing all this
ya know rock fishing, and surfing, it’s herd to understand why, you see, at present i am
treated like a hooligan, but i am battling to keep the cyclones from really damaging the
earth, and there is some people stuck in an elevator, and kids near a poo,l, with high seas,
i know, it is a bit of excitement, but reality why are people allowing themselves to go out
and battle these evil spirits that caused this cyclone marcia, and elvis tried to keep these
evil spirits from killing with the powers of music, here goes
i wanna be, your teddy bear, you see i take out of my bag and cuddle you some more
i don’t wanna be a tiger, tigers play to rough, i don’t want to be a lion
the lion ain’t the type ya ought to love enough
i know you can be found sitting all alone
if you can’t come around, at least please telephone
don’t be cruel, just stop these spirits
i know it can be hard, but baby it it’s just you i am thinking of
and then elvis sang to ed gein ted bundy ronnie biggs and ned kelly
you guys are nothing but evil hound dogs, to trap these australians like this
you trap these australians thinking it’s fun to break the rules
you will never **** these people, no matter how stupid they are
you see these criminals can cause more problems, now they’re dead
ted bunny said, we are wrecking houses heh heh heh
we are forcing people to battle winds while surfing heh heh heh heh
the children caught near the rock pool, heh heh heh heh
people stuck in hotel elevator heh heh heh heh
ted bundy said, i have everybody fooled,
then said he is glad he is dead, because nobody will believe in stories
ted bundy ronnie biggs ed gein and ned kelly making these cyclone victims
think it’s exciting to take the kids to look at the raging seas
yeah, ted bunny is loving every minute of this, every minute, every minute
and even the eye of ted bundy and ed gein looking at the queensland coast saying a loud
HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH, foolish earthlings
cronus barry allan and buddha and athena, are pushing the cyclone away
but it’s hard to beat these evil spirits
I AM CRONUS
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 9:52 PM UTC
Daisies in a garden full of weeds
Have you ever seen such an ugly thing?
Daisies may look like flowers
But look how they steal our sunlight
Look how they steal our soil
They are not flowers
They are infiltrators
This is a garden full of weeds
This land belongs to us
Now look at those selfish Daisies
Showing off their ugliness beneath our sunlight
Wasting the nutrients in our soil
Look at how they taint our community
Look at how they defile our home
We are incompatible
Their crimes are intolerable
Are you with us or against us?
Hesitation is treason
This is a garden infested with Daisies
Take them all away
And set them ablaze
They can never steal our sun again
Classify
Symbolize
Dehumanize
Organize
Polarize
And
Prepare
One to six
It can be fixed
Seven to eight
It is too late
Exterminate
And
Deny
Deny
Deny
You could have stopped it if you tried
It was all advertised
For just a limited time
Before it was taken off the shelves
A limited-edition opportunity
To step in and intervene
But the event has already passed
Daisy? What the hell is that?
It was all advertised
For just a limited time
You could have intervened
A limited-edition opportunity
That never happened
It never happened
But it will happen again
And you'll see a product you recognize
In limited-edition
But no, you won't buy
Not until it's taken off the shelves
Then you'll finally miss what's gone
If you have the luxury of a memory
But even then
Will you be believed?
One to six
It can be fixed
Seven to eight
It is too late
Now all you can say
Is
Never Again
Until Next Time
Sep 27, 2025
Sep 27, 2025 at 7:59 PM UTC
Wishing to rewrite history so for once I would live life without stressful seconds
Without worrying about tomorrows and if my borrowed time is up
Or if this should be my last cup off hazy weekends and hangover weekdays
For the routine is played as if the DJ only has one song
One CD and the mix is just for me
As though that one CD is the expression of caged songbirds like me
Like this is the person I am meant to see, the tortured soul that is me can only be freedom
when I **** the seed that was embedded into me.
Into the blood I bleed I feed the monster as I pass the **** and tell the bartender one more for me…
Why can’t you see that this is the death of people like me?
For when songbirds are gifted free rage to sing the songs come out like these.
The songs sing of life unlived of time retracted from clipped wings
Just so I could be programmed to do similar things
Building a time machine so when the next songbird sings
No one will be able to clip her wings
For familiar eyes will be hypnotized for uniform leaves no room for originality
Copycats killing the freedom of the minority
Exterminate the majority and give me life
Or if not pass the knife for this uniform life is whipping out the songbirds rights
To give the world a song to sing and melody to remember
A chorus to write
With fingers of talent controlled by minds that wonder with imaginations to explore
The songbirds cry a song I wish not to hear anymore.
Sep 14, 2010
Sep 14, 2010 at 6:15 PM UTC
Don't do drugs
I don't do drugs,
They're for mugs,
And thugs,
And used to exterminate bugs,
I don't do smack, crack or nick knack paddy whack,
I don't do green its not clean, you don't know where its been,
I don't do drugs,
I don't do **** or fizz there all a pile of ****
I don't do rush bush or the silent hush,
I'm scared to trip, or take a dip, specially with me plastic hip,
I just don't do drugs,
I don't do coke, the smoke, the devils poke,
The line of fine, is a crime, you'll get time,
Don't do drugs,
It's for mugs,
And thugs,
But mostly they're used to exterminate bugs.
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 3:06 PM UTC
a flame burning bright
a single light in the dead of night
illuminating the dark
dancing, burning hot
shades of red
shades of orange
shades of yellow
sparking desire
moving freely.
free? as in freedom?
no! the flame is a captive!
because if it gets too strong...
disaster befalls everything it touches
such a wild flame, if allowed to breath,
would surely destroy.
a beauty, when controlled.
a nightmare when allowed to be free.
a raindrop falling from the sky
always changing.
never constant.
unreliable.
sometimes a gas
sometimes a liquid
sometimes a solid
a need for consistency lingers,
but it was not meant to be
nature is against its will
the need, the want-
it's strong...
it's just not strong enough
I'm a flame, he is rain
nature tells me to hate him.
he can destroy me
my power, my destructive force
it's nothing compared to his power
he consumes me. all of me.
leaves me burned out.
nothing.
so why, when I burn bright again, do I want that raindrop?
some sort of suicide, if that's what you want to call it.
emotional and mental suicide
I'm attracted to the very thing that could finish me.
he seeks to destroy me.
like a lion, who stalks his prey.
and with that, fear grips me...
I shrink, barley a whisper.
my brilliance dims...
and in the quiet of the starlit sky
I fade.
I seek not life.
nor death.
I live only for the chase.
my time of domination's at hand
i shall return-with a vengance
that makes babies cry
and grown men
who are trained to exterminate me
quiver in their boots.
and he shall taste fear.
i come back
not as a flame...
but as a BLAZE!!
Oct 2, 2012
Oct 2, 2012 at 4:45 PM UTC
I wanna be as free as a bird,
All I need is to say one shy word,
Flying up high in the sky.
If you're brave, you can try.
Let your wings be straitened,
Catch the wind into your net.
Be like river's stormy stream,
Run away towards your dream.
When your thoughts want aspire to clouds,
And the soul tries to get rid of chains,
Don't think about those noisy crowds,
Who are playing their boring games.
Let your wings be straitened,
Catch the wind into your net.
Be like river's stormy stream,
Run away towards your dream.
You have all time of the world.
So you should not follow the rules,
They exterminate your identity,
Make people be like a flock of fools.
But then a dream comes to the end.
Starts another interminable day.
You rush down from the sky to the land.
And a rainbow becomes dark and grey.
Let your wings be straitened,
Catch the wind into your net.
Be like river's stormy stream,
Run away towards your dream.
If you wanna be as free as a bird,
All you need is say only one word,
Flying up high in the sky.
If you're brave, you can try.
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 4:40 PM UTC
If you believe in flat earth
Read on
If not
Be gone, thoughts.
Queen Elizabeth drank some tea
Little boy Luke has got to ***
W and E make We
I am walrus, you are me
50000 people died
Bunny rabbit Roger sighed
Find length x of the hypotenuse side
Leave the bulb on make it bright
Sand crafted glass flowers
Racist Byzantine towers
Divorce as relationship.sours
Home great female powers
Morbidly obese
Dinosyus reads
Heeds
California dreams
Mesopotamian valleys of death
Soaring national debt
Xy ** chromosome 46
I don't want to not to take no risk
Bees
Bees
Bees
Ottoman sultanate
Armenians venerate
New born degenerate
Excessively exterminate
I never could see any other way
Hey soul sister hey there Delilah
Hey jude hey
Equatorial saliva
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Yo John Cena
Apr 23, 2021
Apr 23, 2021 at 5:02 PM UTC
1,2,3,4
I declare a time war
5,6,7,8
Daleks scream EXTERMINATE
9,10,11,12
Time is up, the doctor's done
12,11,10,9
There he goes, back in time
8,7,6,5
Saving everybody's lives
4,3,2,1
Grabbed my hand and whispered run.
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 8:35 PM UTC
Exterminate
repopulate
overcompensate and
so exterminate
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 1:53 AM UTC
The world belongs to me and the people in it -
Are merely my rug
My mat to smear
And scrape off the **** of my day
From my overpriced shoe
I did not buy the world
Nor did I work for it
Or declare dominance
I gained it
By birthright
And since I never asked
To lead or protect
I won't
I'll wallow in my wealth
Looking down at legions of ants
Crawling over my earth
And all I think?
"Exterminate."
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 3:06 PM UTC
I am the power,
I work the machine.
Brainwash my people
Like the **** Regime.
Subliminal and discreet,
I wear an ignorance-spun cape.
But what do they call my teachings?
Patriotism. How great.
Whether black or white,
Grand or small,
They are my zombies.
I rule them all.
Not green, not decayed,
They're red, white and blue.
The idiocy spreads like an infection.
From them to you.
Some are corrupt,
They see through my cape.
I exterminate them,
And continue on my hell-bent way.
America may lose itself one day,
It may not remain strong and true.
But until then, stay begging for the brains,
Of the Red, White, and Blue.
Jun 17, 2010
Jun 17, 2010 at 6:14 PM UTC
904
Had I not This, or This, I said,
Appealing to Myself,
In moment of prosperity—
Inadequate—were Life—
“Thou hast not Me, nor Me”—it said,
In Moment of Reverse—
“And yet Thou art industrious—
No need—hadst Thou—of us”?
My need—was all I had—I said—
The need did not reduce—
Because the food—exterminate—
The hunger—does not cease—
But diligence—is sharper—
Proportioned to the Chance—
To feed upon the Retrograde—
Enfeebles—the Advance—
1.4k
*on a hot summerday
jumping in an open field
one little blade of grass
with a name on it
why do i see it from this far?
it might not exist
i pull it out of the ground
exterminate
as soon as possible
...*
Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 11:22 PM UTC
You rob me of all my energy,
desolating my little sanctity
You rob me of all my energy,
leaving me with nothing but misery
I foolishly built a home in your soul
because I mistook comfort for security
I painstakingly withstood the chagrin
yet you repay me with your folly
Your mouth is a gun
The words you spew fly like bullets
in no time they crush my bones tidy
They exterminate every bit of life in my body
At the end of it all
I am left with nothing
I feel naked
like a mole rat in spring
But I clothe myself with
assurance and confidence
everyday I mask myself with false mirth
I pretend
I pretend
I pretend
and will continue to
until the very end
Jan 31, 2014
Jan 31, 2014 at 10:36 AM UTC
A person's integrity
can be lost
amidst this "prestige" fabricated world.
A person's heart
can turn to stone
amidst these nefarious life forms.
A person's brain
can be turned to mush
amidst these excruciating words.
A person's eyes
can be shown miserably different views
amidst these manipulating debaters.
A person's character
can be ripped to shreds
amidst these sharp dire actions.
A person's sensitivity
can be transformed into nothing
amidst these morbid apathetics.
A person's worth
can be diminished
amidst these cruel rulers.
A person's dreams
can be crushed
amidst these rich, shiny shoe wearers.
A person's life
can be extinguished
amidst this persecuting society.
Only when someone's life is gone-
is when we try to exterminate the said problems.
Why only take change when someone's gone?
They won't get the help they need
because they're not there.
Why let the rest suffer
when something can be done now?
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 1:22 AM UTC
What is dark and depressing is bittersweet
as what I write is wrong
and what is wrong is right
As what is thrifty is hip
and what is popular is expensive
As the caffeine in my bloodstream helps me sleep
and what keeps me awake are my screaming dreams
As my clean face is a mask
and this foundation is natural
As dollar bills can be torn
and so can this paper waste
As ants are strong creatures
but I exterminate them with my smallest finger
As your words are so soft
but are breaking me to pieces.
Nov 26, 2011
Nov 26, 2011 at 5:36 PM UTC
I'm a prisoner within my own mind.
What if's and Could have's swarm me
stinging me with situations that will never come into existence.
They nest within my hippocampus.
Their lies seeping through,
filling my thoughts with everything that never happened.
They feast upon my memories,
replacing them with sacs of false dreams and over thought.
If only I could exterminate these little monsters.
For once I'd like to be free within my own body.
But as long as they stay within me I shall never be free of their hold.
May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 11:37 PM UTC
It’s getting to be that
I gotta get ****** just to go
Super market shopping these days.
Medication de rigueur,
Just to brave the dazed & demolished
Faces of forlorn fiends,
Those 400 SAT score & scoured souls
Stuck all this time in the
Lower middle classes.
Down for the count,
A toothpaste tube-squeezing cohort,
Squishing out the last dollop
Of Colgate Optic White
From their menial, un-redemptive misery;
Caught on a crumbling ledge,
Soon to fall even lower--
Darwin’s social Ziggurat
Still happily-ever-crazy,
After-all-these-years.
Meanwhile, the rich,
The few, that lucky few,
Get ever more clever, ever more rich,
Devising sinister tricks & subterfuges,
To wit: exterminate inflation
While simultaneously jacking prices,
Higher prices weekly.
Double-digit inflation:
The Obama Administration’s
Best kept Official Secret.
Meanwhile the poor know better,
Grow more bitter each day.
It's not even subtle anymore.
Everything costs more.
Everything is expensive
When you have no money to buy.
Roaming the grocery aisles,
Predator packs,
Reminiscing the good old days,
When a job seemed a birthright,
Apple pie: no longer as American as . . .
Dazed and ragged like Zombies,
They roam the cornucopia,
Carnal grins on ravenous lips,
“Clean-up on Aisle 5,”
Screams the cashier.
May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 1:18 AM UTC