Turn on the TV
with the hope
of being inspired
by the vatic types
with their theophanies
only to find
fire and brimstone –
zilch to lichten
the moody from
their febrile trances.
All they can say
to rioters is
hogtie it until
the government
allowances run dry.
Been unemployed
and living on a reduced
meal plan from the onset –
beanbag tag
on the slip-slope
of Baba Yaga, cannibalism
is now on the table.
The avarice does not
fall far from
the combustive
life capsules.
Can we opt
out of detonating?
Leave us this day –
day off from
our botched regimens,
sandwiches swathed
in an ant farm –
groceries can wait.
Tickle your feet
to feel something
other than the itch
of disservice.
What future do
we have without making
personal sacrifices?
