The Mezunian

Die Positivität ist das Opium des Volkes, aber der Spott ist das Opium der Verrückten

la sopa humeante comienza a derretirse [ SIE WISSEN SIE HABEN RECHT… ]

o. the tea’s gone cold.

yes, the tea’s gone cold

’cause you let it get cold.

you boiled it hours ago & then

forgot ’bout it

like an innocent pup

left starving, emaciated,

its ribs poking out o’ its skin.

what a sexy painting you’ve painted.

¿is this how you keep your squares checked?

¿is this how you keep your ducks in a row?


this won’t look good on your performance review.

you won’t be getting that annual 2.33% raise this way, jay.

you need to clean up your act ‐‐

& your room.

your nostalgic tyrannical 2015 is so last decade.

well, maybe not a full decade…

wait, ¿was 2022 a good year

or was it also tyrannical?

you already know the answer.

dissect your toadstool heart & see.

now get back to work, jack kerouac.

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Posted in Crazy, Poetry