Black Umbrella Afternoon
Scary people are everywhere.
Weaving through backbones of rain-soaked roads.
Taillights burning A holes in my balding white walls.
Scary people in endless grocery store lines.
Carts filled with poison Pop-Tarts and cheap headache wine.
Dirty-faced children that never smile-
I try and stay clear of their scariness.
But they constipate every venomous aisle.
Scary people at the doctor's office.
A room filled with sick impatience.
A scary piss-faced receptionist knows all our secrets.
Scary doctor ladling out a scary diagnosis.
Followed by a compassionless prognosis.
There is no cure for the affliction of indifference
and the good Doctor knows it.
Scary leaders with scary scripts.
Outdaring other scary leader power pricks.
and their endless scary power trip tricks...
Nonchalantly sending a million scared kids into an early death...
With one scary stroke of a scary green ink pen.
Scary billionaires orchestrating our scary futures.
Tampering with our food supply and stratosphere.
Talking down to a mass of bleating ignorance.
The only time people aren't scary
is when they're hunched over a stone.
Silently saying goodbyes in a salty rain.
Playing taps atop a black umbrella afternoon.
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