Caw! Caw! Guffaw! Guffaw! Are you laughing, cackling, crackling me into shards, into pieces, hard? I see all of you, the parts you hide inside. Can you see any of me or are you dead inside? Does only nothing reside? I’m more than alive! I’m on fire! I’m the one setting things ablaze with desire. Go ahead, jump off onto my funeral pyre. Roll around and frolic Amaze me with your thoughts, diabolic. Parade around me with your evil tonic Get drunk with me, alcoholic. And then fight until death, hyperbolic. Kill me with your love, vitriolic. Fill me up, drink from my cup, apostolic. Then let’s sit and mire, my melodic melancholic. I’ve got the key, the crow knows. I’ve the third eye’s sight, And I’m frisky with fight. Here to jab, Eager to stab anything boring and drab. Bring the chaos. BYOB, bring your own bomb, your ticking trauma qualm. Quid pro quo: what’s your current status quo? Social media presence? Tik Tok, tick tock, Instaglam, Facehook, Remember MySpace? Let's read a book. Nah, how about a podcast? Isn't that just like an old radio broadcast? Let's get drunk and take selfies... let's mind erase and upload a sneeze. Get out of my picture, What an ugly filter! Your gutter shutter makes me shudder. Get that makeup on and iron out those wrinkles, You're only 20! 70 is the new 15, honey! How many followers have you? Are you important? Are you significant? Do you have power? Post those pretty pictures so upon you we can shower all the love that’s lacking, all the parts that are slacking. Then let’s argue; let’s fight, about all that doesn’t matter. Let’s squawk and bicker until things start to flicker until that fever burns and churns and breaks us apart into a mess, into a splatter of clatter. C’mon, let’s be friends. Until the end…
