This is not a poem only a series of sentences slightly broken over various lines saying simple things often talking about nature as in “The leaves danced in some fucking way I’m supposed to care about” or dumbing down some social ill “Me and my friends are not as fortunate as others REVOLUTION!” or trying […]

Four governments walk into a bar. Nature says she has been, “…and always will be”. Man over men says, “…but further through me.” Religion claims, “…and I above all of these.” Man, alone… …says nothing, orders a drink, drinks it, and leaves. None or all agree. The punch line… …escapes me.