3/19/22

Apps and Nothingness (a poem)

 


So many impractical hells
built quick with fine whistles and bells
threw good time under buses well
leaving spent uranium shells
convenient half-truths to sell
before the other world map fell
an overclass owning war banks
sharpening stank-rising smells.

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