Come on. We all know
we were asking for it.
One minute simmering
in sweat from seraphim brow,
the next one wasted
spinning webs to catch obsolescence
in missionary position.
I refuse to matter at all.
I refuse to baldly go
into the mouth of all that privilege
where jerks of every candy stripe
pull their peckers in obeisance.
O will this renaissance
of dumbfuckery ever end?
Will the quacks and quarks
that oversee this thickening plot
send us decisively to the cleaners?
In our tumult, we’ve grown meaner
than foretold, no longer wise
to the ways an accident can
split several seams at once,
or suck the muscle from the bone.