This Reality?
My tomb.
Beyond My Rendezvous –
When I’m ghosts & ashes.
Write these thousands of poems,
For my fucking self.
Trapped here,
Amidst seas of stupidity.
We were supposed to be sentient.
Most Humans barely qualify.
Ready to slip the knife,
Gently between our cousin’s ribs.
Fucking!
Apes!
FUCKING! APES!
