when I say I don’t know anything anymore I mean the compass

is confused by its own magnetism, road ahead or road behind?

and when I say magnetism I mean the safety lock forgot

its password and all words have passed their expiration date

but I do hold a key, many thanks, because my eyes

are bloodshot from snickering and when I say snickering

I mean what else can one do when guns are long as arms

and tongues are greedy forked and when I say forked I also

mean the heart of all the fast food chains is beating faster

than the world and when I say chain I mean the uniformed

who work there serving up what won’t be guaranteed and

it seems that we’re all just furniture that can’t make room

for each other and breaking the fourth wall is never enough

hinged to this broken experiment, so pass the gruel or

your sticky love poem and when I say love poem

I mean what the wizard tried to convince us of

and yes colonel jessup I can’t handle the truth and when I say

truth I mean where will the last of us be going

and what does the sore eye moon think of us now.