Let’s invent a new language she said,
One in which even the smartest can play god
On the limbs of others.
Okay I said but why are we doing this?
You’re not the sharpest knife in the drawer, R U?
None – the – less I broke the code
and saved the world –
once again – from
I am aVailable for
I have a PayPal account
I am ‘Believable’ at Starbucks
I participate in anti-gravity sex
I am the one behind the bush
waxing his handlebar moustache
don’t send me
to the Farm
what else do you want me to say?
I have so much yet to do.
Help each other
with a loving
Art and poem by clinock.
Stolen Poems. 8″ x 36″. Mixed media relief in cradled panel.