I just slept for what felt like a long drink of water,
but I still feel sleepy.
Why doesn’t matter.
Don’t ask me why I keep on getting fatter,
nor yet why I've become so scared and weepy.
I just slept for what felt like a long drink of water,
but my Fitbit didn’t count it because it was less than an
hour.
God, this American time is creepy!
Why doesn’t matter—
just a lot of mansplain-y chatter,
soporifically drony and grindy.
Meaning drains through the media like sewer water—
not truth but just signage.
The remedy's to turn off the TV.
Words like “socialism” and “fascism” shouldn’t matter—
we don’t know one another by deciphering our blather.
I’m just wishing for a friend who’ll understand me.
We were thirsty, so we slept for what felt like a long drink of water.
Only our dreams matter!
