Late Night TV Programming Dillema by DylanSeto, literature
Literature
Late Night TV Programming Dillema
No one would flinch if I jumped off this cliff
I heard that's how Rob died in the first act.
I couldn't get a job at BestBuy,
instead I'll write his suicide note for loose change.
Nietzsche got replaced with iPad app games.
But I rather not picture how I'll pass.
That's why I worship Squidbillies reruns
(whatever else will kill off my brain cells?).
The outside world is ours for the taking,
to chant overused rhetoric -- daily
routine for the clan of zombified fools.
Take me away from your graveyard, so I
could hide myself in bubbles made of silk,
and wait for a dead man's fatal phone call.
THE WOMAN WHO MADE ME
The woman who made me never looks at me when she speaks. Her eyes tend to wander as words spill out of her mouth as if she was about to puke. Last week, she tried to calling my other half of me a chink but all that came out was gibberish. I couldn’t even get angry, even when I woke up with a swollen forehead the next morning.
I never knew the man whose sperm is my foundation. The woman who made me used to tell me he died after overdosing on pink toes and that I would face the same future. Come to find out, he lived across the country, out west. I hear he died from cancer sometime last year.
Today i