While Nero fiddles
The republic swindles
Workers are forced to work
Small businesses close
Seniors ration, cutting with indexes and thumbs their last pills
Pharmaceutical crumbs of overpriced white powder lie on-top of the kitchen table; lights are
turned off
It’s all dim, in the trailer park
30 million unemployed
31 million uninsured
Congress goes home, while you
are forced to work
The republic swindles
while you raise; your little petty, artificial
keyboard written
middle-finger
Doña Lupe dies
while politicians
play politics on Twitter.
My only hope, self-initiated
Go-Fund Me’s
where people help
with a click of a finger
Long live,
the United States of the Internet
conspiracy theories
5G
self-marketing
ass
yelling
big lips
and
big tittes.
Go listen to tribal leaders
wear your jersey
write inspiring quotes while showing that beautiful “modeling” face
sexy
keep on being sexy
keep on pulling your hair
wearing those glasses
doing what you learn
before you lay in bed
Don’t worry
we are all dancing
to the tune of the fiddle.
[stop]
[reflect]
[scroll]
and you will find death
despair
apathy
loneliness
zero action
in a very connected world
Don’t be sad
if you are going to play in Texas
you gotta have a fiddle
in your band
[insert the happy face emoji: the one with the fucked up eye
and the sticking tongue]
Stick.
Stick the tongue.
The filter makes you look cute.
scroll down
don’t stop
and reflect
People are hurting
Are you?