Also Mutants

Rat In A Balloon

8-23-17

You said "Please, stop!" but I couldn't
like a patriotic freight train
afraid of its own voice on a silent night of
tripping over variables in physical equations.
Sick of scraping from the bottom
of the patriarchal barrel, I saved up
all my hate over three decades and
switched sides, just like everyone else
and- shut up, it's my turn- why
should I, now, be the only one
who's sorry? And why'm I even bothering to
apologize? I can't own something
that never belonged to anyone
in the first place. I just think
it's funny how "We've had enough!"
is eventually, one way or another,
everyone's motto at some point, but
when it's not yours it's fine and
when it's mine it's criminal.
Words conveniently lose their meaning
over time; either through their
puncturing punctuation or their
loss of elasticity. Claws or teeth.
Bounce too high or stretch too thin...
we're all destined to meet the ground
and no matter how we get there
or try to defend it, there's
no way it's not gonna hurt.