Lunch Poem

my skin can’t be loving all this pizza
suburbs too far from downtown
get a life suburbs
get a life
city or the country
none of this in between shit

oh and put the soda back
you are too miniature

how’s it
the day going for you
don’t make me drag it out of you
or make me repeat
my fucking self

the day needs Midol
the day provides and takes
we become the old people
that the grave beckons
the ones we disdain
and cast to the shadow lands

if you stomp a fit and get what you want
then it’s really on them
on you later
on them now
there’s a poison to bring
a whole species to its end
it’s called ignorance

Published by bgkarma

BGK is a revolutionary in the mind frame of intention with vibrational swim and entertainment snack to promote edutainment and self empowerment by use of multiple brains or servers to go next level.

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