February 24

Don’t come with your first world problems, how you won’t
tolerate traffic, the worst club sandwich, hate
those patrons who pay for your Lexus, who oppose

your ideals, who coerce you, more
and more, who disturb you. You can’t stand,
praying Earth was left to you. You bay
at green moons, immersed, vast, fat.

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