I’ll stop the whole world,
I’ll stop the whole world
from turning into a monster,
eating us alive.
“Monster” by Paramore
Apocalyptic newspapers chronicle
our daily monsters, feasting
on innocent blood for the nutrient
of self-righteousness, high in carbs
lacking in protein, vitamins, and fiber.
The ubiquitous violence clarifies
no one is excluded from the diet
of the wicked; we are all what evil
and atrophy crave on a summer day.
Peace, peace, peace.
My people pray for peace
or an early retirement into
a neighborhood immune
to the fierceness of the times.
To die in one’s white sleep
to the perfume of washed pillows
is the fantasy retirement
no IRA can afford.
I’ll stop the whole world
from turning into a monster,
eating us alive.
“Monster” by Paramore
Apocalyptic newspapers chronicle
our daily monsters, feasting
on innocent blood for the nutrient
of self-righteousness, high in carbs
lacking in protein, vitamins, and fiber.
The ubiquitous violence clarifies
no one is excluded from the diet
of the wicked; we are all what evil
and atrophy crave on a summer day.
Peace, peace, peace.
My people pray for peace
or an early retirement into
a neighborhood immune
to the fierceness of the times.
To die in one’s white sleep
to the perfume of washed pillows
is the fantasy retirement
no IRA can afford.