Thursday, April 14, 2011


5 minute sonnet (not really)

the way the world works is not apparent
you wind up being born, you wind up screaming
about how little you can change, your parents
try their best, the same with all other animals
some of which don’t make it though and agency
doesn’t strictly apply to the animate
we imbue things we like with human
qualities--cuteness high on the bar, but
the vices we subtract. there are no venge-
ful bunnies, no greed stoked sugar gliders
and evil plots are not hatched in hatcheries
but what if the conspirators were dizzy
with their advertisements ballooning profit
margins and a boardroom full of dour faced
puppies? we’d all still snuggle home in dirt
we’d all remain blind to our final net worth

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