Listening never my top skill

Does ill will actually bar us

And the flip side,

Frayed at the corners

This ancient parchment no one reads anymore.

The shine is gone

That important joint

Full of obscure references

Transliterated-encoded

Like oblivion is neat

Hope is for the hopeless

No sign of life

Not a moral one at any rate

Where tourist nausea is a xenophobic concept

Working for the gringo

Happily foraging new crusades

Overseeing the kings fall

I clamber to destination

Plateaued at the studios

Old age incoming

Generations of upper handers

Dismissed in the void

Living and fool proof

Relentless mediocrity roaring

Flags, bitter flags

Now just a tickle

Used to be punches

Used to be war

Used to be systematic murder

Now it’s pride

Stupid humans

When did words ever work

Empires built on language

Towers

Pyramids

The Internet

Beacons of greed