1916

ON THE CORNERS

Do I pay the boss to dust my stereo,
No. Do I inspect a go-to crabapple
For rides to the commissary, a laptop's
Worth of umbilicus truth motivating
The codex to give now its word
That what we unpin from the rotor
Will educate us not only in the bump
Of ions in wires but will also feed
Some other power into the sockets,
You know, the good kind, the get on
While they're burning down the world kind.