Low-on-charge household fights
Fear of a world without
Constant, forced, fake interactions,
Without the lights on full and
Eyes pinned open by coffee and cash.
Scared of the eight-legged creatures
You could kill between your finger and
Thumb. Are you not scared of the
Eight-faced humans your surrounded by?
Rich fat men with skinny white wives
Turning away your begs for unpaid labour
With words that will never benefit the oppressed.
I’m buying my way into a trashy club
With my family silver and gold.
Walk away. Smile. Breathe.