here i come
clicking my mouse
to steal your zeroes.
you have no retirement
because i erased
physical limitations, gold,
but now we just keep adding
governments get shut down,
people are imprisoned, starve,
die, kill, get blown up,
freeze on the streets, go to work
all to ensure
the adding keeps adding to
the final product.
it’s all working
we believe in
the illusion of absurd numbers.
we all believe in
what we’re doing.
we buy into what
we buy it all.
we’re going to the thrift store while my government drops bombs in syria.
i might look at the used books as we enter another middle eastern conflict.
it’s half off day as the press ramps up their estimation of ‘brave’ president fuckface.
i’ll say excuse me as the old lady with a full cart pushes past me in a narrow aisle of clothes, but neither of us will mention the fact that our country has recently started waging another war.
what was i supposed to get? i think, as i forget entirely about neil gorsuch.
i hope to find some record player speakers before a warhead lands on our soil.
we also need to find a shirt for me to wear on my wedding day, which will be 2 months in to another occupation without end.
just park that jet on grandma.
put the tank in the library.
let’s store these grenades in that school.
drive that humvee over to the junk heap.
there’s a pond for that naval vessel.
this prison will go great with our dog pen.
course you can fly your drones where you’d like.
barbed wire? there’s more back in the baby’s crib,
she don’t mind. she’s little.