Angry Candy

And a fragment of angry candy rattles in its box

-e.e cummings

The problem with the bottom is the top

Whose tentacles reach down historic lengths

To agitate down here and tangle poems

And call upon a certain kind of strength,

Like that, what has me writing out my guts

And hover over nothing I can see

Though eating angry candy as a dream

Until some stupid clowns come busting in

To make a show of anger, grief, and pain

And dig  a deeper hole to put me in.

The workings of a system gone insane–

Or else, as so designed

To satisfy a basic human need.

With sentience comes overwhelming greed.

Orphaned puppy being raised by mommy cat

07/07/21