you want
what you want,
having been fed
from youth
the milk of
personal choice—
open your mouth
and squeak the greasy
wheel: ask
for premium not
diesel, make the cart
tilt, the vehicle
wobble, say hey,
this here’s broken
and I won’t settle
not even if
everyone’s on
the same factory shift
In response to Via Negativa: Downsizers.
Suffer, let the world befriend you
Down, rehearse your message of gloom
those who lose, for them there is room
on World of Days’ stage of the Blues
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