Oh Progress? Yes, yes, I am making this. And Eminent Domain. That is right, more to come. Demand and still short supply, short straw, pick this-not your friends' nose.
Please--Puff out your chest feathers when you say Anthropocene, strut and utter, hashtag lives matter, protest and remember? Revolutions. Terror-ism. The latest pill? So many choices of cereal and drugs, how can we know what will help? What will kill it-or cure it? Sugar. Will we know things have changed? Is this thing on? Does it feel good?
How could a woman not know they are carrying a baby? It comes as no surprise.
How could a parent walk away from their own child? They believe in their own lies.
How can anyone prefer to live in a cloud than clarity? Blurry is better. How is it better to dwell on depression and deceit? Easy Street leads to a dead end.
How can chemicals be chosen over people? Machines over mankind? Disillusionment preferred; imagination deterred.
Didn't they know they would forget what is real? What is real?
How can we ignore screams from the neighbors house?
How did they not see it coming? Did they close their eyes? Mind their own business to become bankrupt again? What's new? Not regret.
How did they not care to know? How did they feel going forward without realizing they were going back? This looks familiar....
How did they live?
They didn't.
Painting by Lilly Martin Spencer [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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