jack and jill wanted to be good little entrepreneurs
so they went up the hill to sell a pail of water
but no coin was made ’cos no one wanted to climb
that big ass hill in the summer to buy water with a metallic aftertaste
that hadn’t been chilled or bottled or had a wedge of lime affixed to
so jack and jill came grumbling back down
and died in a cardboard hovel from dehydration and harsh market realities
by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2016
make your dogmatic statements
fluff your tail
you, who prefer understatement
and always fail
your beautiful love clique
it twists the knife
so i’ve learned not to look
i wanted to be one of you
but you made me a heretic
leave this moebius food chain
fill the blanks
you, who’s accustomed to refrain
can’t break the bank!
you likeminded super beings in
your plush echo chamber of
gonging egos make me sick
you make me want to grub for
transcendence in dirt (and i have to)
stop your lazy genetic drift
cut a strip
don’t count on the allel shrift
evolve, crip!
there’s pluck and plesh inside me
and the horizon is within my reach
you’ve forced me to evolve or die
so in the end it doesn’t matter
i’ll be gone and you won’t find me
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2016
unbolt me 