Why

Are We the Ones

Who keep dying?

Expiring, forced retiring,

The last sweat perspiring.

Do we die

Because nobody we like

Or admire

Is hiring?

Attention: now firing.

When all the ice is melted,

And all the animals extinct,

Maybe

It still won’t be the bad guys

Relentless funeral pyring.

Me: still perspiring.

Dropping rivulets of fret sweat,

Never going to forget

The complicated psychedelic relics 

That you naturally beget,

Showing us that our best friend

Is a person whom we have not yet

Met.

I can picture you parading

Around some swirly nebula town

Wearing a retro frilly gown,

Most of the time, life

Is just a smile turned

Upside down, and we struggle

To wash all the bile down,

The stacks of small hatreds

And sharded frustrations,

Hesitant revolutions

And full throttle rebellions,

Our world now

Is truly only recognizable

To those who want to leave it.