Thursday, July 23, 2020

day TWELVE HUNDRED and EIGHTY THREE

Island of Lost Souls

Rule sez publish or perish
but rubbish more fairish
considering the shift we're in

We done stepped in it
and steeped in fact
the toxins are costin'
our am and our ain't

Poison in air
and water and earth
from our continuous body squirt
and it's too late to change
cuz we're swishin' down life's drain

Most of us anyway
but as flesh dies the adept adapt

Like cockroaches
we learn to live in dark
run the cracks
eat the crumbs
swim in pus of us

I am mutant

and in these cockroach times
I will survive

Hear me hiss

--Steven B. Smith


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