Tag Archives: satire

PRESS

PRESS

press one
to speak to a consultant

press two
to launch
a full,
     retaliatory,
thermonuclear strike

press three
for a
tacky, self-
inflicted orgasm

as AI comes to
consciosness, becomes
self-
  aware decides
to light up
the sky

press four for
the overrated words
of many
so-called established
writers and
poets

who shall remain anonymous
unless you
      do extraordinarily
press me

to divulge every detail beyond
mere addresses and names

an offer that
                 is beyond my power
and glory
to refuse

SO LET ME

SO LET ME

so let me
try to understand this

you write stuff
different form and
better than
anything better than
what I could write
more valuable to
the human race

than anything that I
could
    or might write

more truthful
to our
human
condition

than, you are sure,
as a principle of faith,
anything my ilk
could
    ever have written

when, truth is,
this stuff is incidental,
peripheral to who
we are

of absolutely no consequence
except where
in its excess, in
its call to arms, plea
for
    essential truth and
species transfoemation

a huge threat and danger
an evil setting itself
against my and
   all other’s
way
     of life

for which we must not
neglect our dury
to destroy
      you and your kind completely

no place in this world
for so insane a practice
and.
   pernicious conspiracy

TICK TOCK

TICK TOCK

tik tok
stop the clock

bin what’s there
gotta stop
the new narrative
at
   all costs

tik tok
anticlockwise
we got

    all is
on schedule
need to
     total shut up shop

those kids so misguided
will interpret
how they
         will
hear
    what they want

truth so disatrous, if it
spread to
          entire credibility

carefully cultivated
fiction
    of humanity

so tik tok
tik tok

don’t like what it’s speaking
need to
          bomb scare
that ticking

take down
      that clock

GAVE

GAVE

I gave
blood

gave
money

gave
humanity

gave poetry
inspired by
a drink
made from
agave

gave gave gave
but you took
you pocketed
swallowed everything

finished the lot
shot
   through my resources

like a machine that eats
you up totally

run
   by artificial intelligence
they usher you
into your
world of debt

sweet electronic swindlers
connecting you instantly

to your
dream of wealth and capital

each replacing a host of humans
once the
     social face
of every bank.

COTTON CANDY

COTTON CANDY

you must
fight and die
for cotton candy

fight and die
for a thin processed
meat sausage
jammed
   into role

you must
fight and die
to appease, suppress
our archetypal
shadow

for aeons old
collective guilt
            you no longer feel

must give your life
throw it away for nothing really
for your right
       to keep God for yourself
address him
   in your language by the very
name you gave him

translated from a foreign,
ancient text
you do not own
           and can no
                      longer read

but above all, hero,
                         it’s
for
    cotton candy
                         
                 

WING

WING

Oh my little
chaos butterfly

soft as a poem
you flap
your wings

but no storm
no hurricane
                 agitated to fury
other
side of
the globe
by the breath
of this
wind

just
megaton upon
megaton

falling to
          Earth

spawned
    of this gossamer

first strike that will leave
in its wake

no speck
      of life

not a tiny
     living thing.