not my fault

fireflies croak in clear jars

tiny sprites hide in enormity

real easily and constantly are lies

firehosed like smelly clown confetti

crazy with how to even start

so MUCH has been contrived

absolutely conspiratorial

our history mercilessly fated

by mad genius cannibals

as a kid, teased as gullible

who knew it’s pandemic?

in moments one teacher’s eyes

revealed way sadder than her shared facts

no wonder they lollipop casualties

essays are heart slow

editorials are myopic

newscasts are lazy

sermons are sanctimonious

narratives are instantly tardy

speech devoured in tornadoes

eyesight raped with dirt

nobody speaks with the homeless

pity gifts buy his liquor

drunkenness is way too shallow for swimming