Last Days

POETIC PROCESS

1:13

This is a crazy time

and there’s no getting away

every time I fly infectious planes

I have to think about a new strain

every post I witness is political wickedness

this world is unhinged

Sunday Funday frolic and ABC friends

but I’m angry yet I smile and shuck

for these corona bucks institutions for testing watching copious money flow

from the

vaccine

I got it

but how intrusive of the world

to unleash a thing and call it a thing when the feen is the one making all the green

ain’t no stopping no sugar coating the rocks and shit

coral reefs and rainforest trees deplete

fires and floods in the street ……then famine

I prayed to not live through the last days

as I sat there on the third day

hot and over drank

I asked myself is this hell

mariachi and cheap tequila

celebrating as the world burns around me no thoughts of optimism

when I leave here and go back to the world it’ll be the same shit no vacation or spaceships can escape this plane shift goodness gracious…BT.W