can’t stand anybody anymore

blame went first to the engine
or whichever robot built
such a shoddy piece of crap
or the automaton college
humorless vegetarian
pansies who were clearly unfit
for designing anything hot
because of being stoned on Mother Earth
who is an annoying, nagging, bitch
in her own right – nearly as insipid

as Miley, Madonna, or Gag-Me;
but then I saw it isn’t the engine
that’s to blame as they’re really the same.
But whatever dared spread
a smell that hinted at fun,
well they had to call in the bulldozers
to turn it into that stupid
vacuous level playing field
so there’s no place else to go now
that isn’t a copy of Kansas.


About Timmy the Scribbler

Love to write all kinds of stuff I love writing so many different kinds of stuff it is a constant struggle to narrow the focus to a manageable handful and let the others go. But a few years ago I dipped my fingers into a poetry pie and of all my uncertainties, one thing that is no uncertainty is that it is one passion that must remain, so maybe that's the one. I do dearly delight in chopping up fictional works into stanzas and syllables.
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