The ladder climbs up
Up into the sky
Higher and higher
with each single rung
Don’t you know
there’s only room
for one?
Feet on fingers
crushed beneath
as everyone fights
to be first.
Win a ribbon.
Wear a badge.
Remind yourself
you
are on top.
The higher power
but no…
Poison darts
Frogs and webs
Trap the flies
and swallow them.
Fattened up
on trash and bile
Stomachs full
the creatures smile.
What comes next
a dirty bird.
The screams
of prey
are never heard.
Death by venom
bite of snake
To reach our end
our only fate.
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Likes are not a limited resource.
Yet, you withhold them.
Doling them out like tokens.
Tickets to a concert no one will attend.
A flag to say hello.
Take a look at me.
Train the system.
Each notification,
Pavlov’s modern bell.
But in a world of abundance,
we fight for what…
Sing for them.
Dance for them.
Tell a funny joke.
Keep them entertained
and they’ll reward you.
A spoonful of sugar
for your ego.
A cigarette
for your soul.
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Why don’t you?
Why don’t you?
Why don’t you?
Don’t stop.
Don’t stop.
Don’t stop.
Why don’t you?
Why don’t you?
Why don’t you?
Don’t stop.
Don’t stop.
Don’t stop.
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Midnight philosopher
in a leaning tower
of Babble.
Weeping halo crown
of a hero-king
long-forgotten.
A golden shaft of sunset.
A judge perched
on a stack of unread books.
The text is written in stone
and must be answered in blood.
While a garbage truck
delivers the daily mail
and the mailman
robs…
Roll an elephant
down a hill
just to fetch
a pail
of water.
While the monkey chases
the ghost of a weasel
around
and around
and around.
The berries plucked
from the mulberry bush
are spoiled and rotten
from time.
But nobody notices.
Nobody cares.
They’ll eat poison if
you…
Spin spin spin spin
spin spin spin
One day it all will
grind away and
the bearings will fail.
Just pray you’re not
sleeping beneath
when it all comes crashing down.
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