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That’s All

Macro and micro are so wondrous.
How can I not believe
in a mind instead of a bus.
Does the driver have something up his sleeve?
Of course he does. Let’s choke him.
He has a free will
We’ve been a rowdy bunch.
Act silly, yell and kill.

That will do the trick for the moment.
Put a lot of lawyers to work.
But I recommend atonement.
It takes the sting out of going berserk.

I see you’re hesitating.
The thought’s too much to bare.
Then try masturbating
in silk underwear.

If you can’t handle that
just ogle or google.
Then do any act.
AI will find approval.

Have you ever thought about God?
Or some pantheistic slumber?
There’s a new religion called Nod:
Believe in an infinite number.

I could go on and on but I won’t.
I’m stuck in the futility of the moment.
Here it comes. There it goes. No you don’t!
Atonement, alonement, what we meant.

Published in Poetry