With your every stride
Fallen leaves and memories
Fragment into mulch.
You think yourself bold,
Decisive man of action:
Midas of decay;
Modern day Nero:
Tweeting while Rome succumbs
To internal flames.
Survey these ashes
Stark remains of the fury
From your careless match.
Where Colossus stood
Only dust and rubble stir
In warm autumn breeze
And yet:
Despite your chaos,
Slender verdant tendrils grow
Rooting your ruins
Proving to you, Wretched Waste,
That even now, hope remains.
Climate Change? A hoax!
Yet we must purchase Greenland:
secure the Northwest Passage!
Seems, now, the problem’s
not guns but video games
and not Dayton… Toledo?
We the People, in order to live a more material life, establish credit, ensure domestic spending, provide for the corporate expense, promote the general indebtedness, and secure the blessings of HDTV for ourselves while billing our posterity, do ordain and establish this Consumptive notion for the United Debts of America!
Not to your vile
nature nor to your greedy
ways do I owe my sorrow.
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I revolt myself,
every time I wish you ill,
yet I can’t refrain.
Will, wit, and wisdom:
often all that stands between
fools and excoriation.
Aroil in Pain 