day THIRTEEN HUNDRED and FIFTY

 On Your Knees Please 

(and let’s hum the Corporate Anthem) 

Lost degenerates’ breast whipped intentions 
Horseradished and foreskin unfurled 
Now scheme clitoral dreams 
And corporate corporeal retention. 

Lies lie your why and my 
Rubber stamped existence. 
Live like the less. 
Don’t focus. 
Don’t rest. 
Suck tit or lick long extension. 

--Steven B. Smith