Like really bad
toilet
(paper)
humor
we have broken up w
everyone. . .
simply
e-v-e-r-y-o-n-e
including that a**hole
our erstwhile everyone
disliked
–and has—
(like opinions)
added to handbasket
(already brimmin’
w the unhygienic version of hell)
ditching handbasket, then
in favor of forklift,
(and pitchfork accessory: step off, I say, step the f*rk off)
we’ve purchased
conciliatory comfort
food by the pallet
(emergency rations)
& bunkered in for some
undeserved
“me” time
(rationale: emergency)
unhinged by sudden surfeit of deprivation
snapping selfie
after
cell fee
–temporarily waiving in mirrors–
we’ve squandered
personal daze spanning spectrums
(soothing solitude to demoralizing desolation)
going
up↑
up↑
up↑
w
down↓
down↓
down↓
time
looking for that
flattening
of a
(bell)
curve
ball
–the one a divided & fed up to
^here^
world
lobbed–
on the off chance
we’ll miss
–forgetting
those drowning
polar bears. . .
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