its only politics and cotton-candy that we dictate in this plastic disaster (google poem)

if you get a cut at a disaster scene
and a tetanus shot

get it pronto -

we want the story and photos

this test only has one question
but it's a very important one:

"is it a very realistic looking plastic rat?"

i think it looks sort of like cotton candy

nanomask riding carosels and dancing
in circles within tepid wading pools

it's a major disaster

the festival of carbohydrates

we're all losing track of time

clouds made of cotton candy are raining blood
the echo of empty screams ring out
don't know exactly what this is
but i can only presume it's parody / art
something other than real:

a future-freaky cosmetic plastic surgery

maybe it's because we really don't have representative

human life is to be defended
in all its forms

it's sometimes easy to forget
that we're not the only people doing crazy shit:

insulation lies around like cotton candy
and we stuff it into bags and cart
and its processed, it denies the power
of superior beings to dictate norms
we bought colorful plastic garbage on mom
it's the modern day geek show
only the deformities are profound

it's the only way i know to have sex

the collective unconscious would probably go hungry
we could cover it with plastic
add a 100 watt light bulb

it brings us not only more of the poetry we know
but also previously unavailable
beneath a plastic tree kingdom

i'm holding pink cotton candy

it's only getting worse