received from stubbing his toe on a rock in the grass
I demand satisfaction
I demand an eternal memorial
I demand a law against
all microbes rocks and grass
I demand an accounting from the world
good Lord
what sad monkeys herald the New Age
as privilege thinks it can order the universe
this is why I want to be in the country
with a sane commune
who lives with Reality in its usual tenuous situations
when the grid of Priviege goes down
and the well-heeled over-educated elite
have no servants to clean up their messes for them
when their Smart Phones won't work
and they're left to their own under-developed devices
God help us
a New Age may be on the way
but oh what hell until then...
Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
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