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