Taking a stand against
obnoxious verse culture
requires
ham
lettuce and
tomato, then
Bread.
bread man
loads of it
Dagwood reflexivity
relativity
and facebook
as giant amoeba cellphone nipple ring
but still chiming that olden tune
you've got mail
loads of it
like a junk in the hong kong sea
bobbing
driven by the ministers that be
alright i guess whatever
it's just poetry
it's not my job
i just do it when i'm bored
which is most of the time
because well
there's no gratis zeppelins to tibet
for the likes of me
and like Kamandi
the world is comically at war
dogs and monkeys
warring over facial underwear
floppy bits
and whether murder
MOTHER MURDER
i think i've got a kung fu hangover
48 hours!
look
human culture is well
it's obnoxious at this point
i mean
i like it okay
but really
who am i to say
and you really can't beat it when
i claim it's the earth's earth afterall
i'm just renting
this mr. microphone szpwaermbot
until
Mrs. Mxyzptlk
arrives on her chrome horse-shoe crab
leading her army of giant sky-blue robotic zeppelin-shrimp
which carry a horrible birthday cake
made from all the forever lost
and splendid
planetary potential...
I just wanted an aquarium staircase
or maybe to visit a sky city called Atlantis modeled after Sogo
or maybe just a ham sandwich
with a tribe called quest
for fire.
"Is this criticism?"
(the damage was done long long ago, once upona time).
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