some days
i feel like i am
a hastily scrawled
sandwich board sign
away from pacing
down the sidewalk
screaming about
the end of the world.

or in a coma
playing out these
worst case scenarios
shuffling a deck of
inclement disasters
sitting cross legged
in the eye of a
pulsating shitnado
as it reduces reason
into a swarm of
stinging anxieties.

the goddamned madmen
are gutting the asylum
as the inmates cheer
uncomprehending of
the long-term effects
of inherent idiocies
as they venerate villains
who destroy everything
standing in the way of
their accrual of power.

no one pays attention
to philosophers or poets
until after the craters
stop smoking and they seek
someone to take the blame
you have to be pretty
fucking crazy to rail
against the status quo
when so many are willing
to sacrifice anything to
be a part of the problem.

some days
i feel like i am
a tightly cinched
straightjacket
away from pacing
a padded room
laughing about
the end of the world.