No one needs my shit right now
but I’m the squeakiest wheel
so listen up: A bastard tribe of tonic salesman
take office. The people are not relieved
but they’re lazy. So their children toe the line.
Food. Fossil. Pantaloons. Who to fuck and when.
Forced to fight fine-tuned dogs
for mites. Sniffing the Queen’s feet
w/o lust. Just hunger. A pit so deep
the devil can’t climb.
Our anthems carry
their own indictment.
Laggard and racist
we coin our own rules.
No one cares the Earth is dying.