Delicious, lovely happenings abound
around the area floating, if you look for them
in your imagination
that is, they reside on the slide
in the pride of losers clinging to each other
while the world changes behind their backs, again
just like before when it happened
to their fathers, grandfathers buddies cousins
boss’s bro’s and bandits, all of us a link
in a chain that knows nothing connects
really, which is sad
but only kind of, honestly.
Because Flavor is important, in all places
at once, preference being a fact of life
we express our spirits through, what we enjoy
is like a fingerprint, and could we catalog the world
in this way, as if compiling examples, or would our spirits be
like sand in water, or pliable
like Play-Doh fresh, and I think maybe all
simultaneously, meaning you could create
databases of libraries, so I guess it’s no use
considering impossibilities, but a sense is created
by what you’re a fan of, I guess.
All this is important because I am sickened
by what you people like, and this gives me comfort
unbelievably massive, cloaking all of us in a shadow
of spiteful noncompliance, is the consistent popularity
of 2 Broke Girls an eternal question
or just a fact, that most people are braying
assholes who think it’s funny to embarrass ugly people
in front of the others, which it often is
but still, you don’t wanna broadcast that shit
homie, gotta keep the devil
on the DL in more ways than one.