His Majestic Robotic Distaste
By Jeff Sloan
Heave the stone
Scrape the dirt
Pile the timber
Feed the dogs
Grovel for supper
Hover for leniency
Incite the menace
Run into danger
Flog the bottle
Bite the plastic space around your head
The madness of organization
The scourge of supremacy
Human, are you lonely on your hill of bones?
Drink some wine
Eat some pork
Scrape the plate
Spit the seeds
Devour the word
And the word shall devour you.
Our world was an oyster
Now Pitted pearl shell
Punished by Rich men
For hoarding rare stones
Black water
New money for air
Five finger business
In suits made from fur
Line up the horizon
Shoot straight and true
The whites of our lies
Can be seen
Like a Dali landscape
The world turns stomach
And vomits tomorrow
Another dollar
Penny thoughts
Minted in unreason
Shared by the wolves
Envy of raisins
Oh mighty sun
Casting shadows of humanity.
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Ever yours'
J.S.