Do I dare, and do I dare?
Do I dare to rape a pear?
Pluck the Apple of your eye?                                    
I throw a lemon at the Sky!               

My father who aren’t in Heaven,
how on Earth did I get here? Two dollars                 
and twenty-seven cents? Not even
one free beer!? What the Hell were                           

you thinking? Have you no decency, sir?
No shame? No common sense?
Somewhere wages and wages hence,                                    
I shall be selling this with a tie:                                 

“Beware the Bandersnatch, my son!
I think it was the cherry pie.”
That feminist stuck a fist in me!
Like-minded breathers shout, “Diversity!”                            

None so blind as those who see.        
Their psyops popeye in-and-out                                
of view. I sublimate the Cyclops,
tell him what to do, swell his head,

dry his eye, let him start a scene
or two. On screen the women
come and go talking of fellatio.
The more noise-to-signal ratio,

the better. An algorithmic
super-spreader. The shit that passes
for news. They have numbered
all my loans, down to the debtor.

In my dreams the Enemy screams.
I put the fingers to the screws.
My other lemon is a melon.                                                   
My closet is filled with skeleton shoes.