I'll Stop the World

losing the ability to trust you

know what’s best for me

your drone clanks like bent tie rod

dripping bile from its punctured kamikaze

whaddaya think money grows on trees

no, yo, I swallow baggies and shit your GDP

keep me high on dopamine

and what am I doing appealing

grapes

snow flaked

epidermal death

clogging nostrils jamming
the mucosa of multitudes

swapping buttery gender rolls

rank and file

percolate

burning faith

burning mind

bored

wait in line faith

can’t be fucked with cause

it won’t see the trees

for the crazies

bending reason

to lick the perspiring
mountain of imagination
it takes to blow up
the world