Everyone in the World Should Just Fuck Me Already

My lifestyle is killing the Earth. 

Even if everyone signs up  

to the agreements that are on the table now

that still can't get us past 

the point of no return.

Stop watching television. 

Seriously. 

Fuck me instead.

TV shows you mostly negative information

about pumping water out of a boat.

It means nothing.
It doesn’t tell you how to find the energy

& strength to build a better manatee.

It is always good for what ails me

when someone compulsively lights matches

& flicks them over the railing.

Everyone has a mission in life; 

everyone must carry out a concrete assignment.

The truth is, I have no fucking idea

what mine is

& it doesn’t bother me anymore.

Nowadays, two people have different opinions

about how to pour water

from a gourd. Or where to

purchase a gourd.

Or whether a gourd is a Pontiac

or not.

Or what a Pontiac is, etc.

Suddenly, it’s World War 3. 

The path may be simple

or not.

Who can tell?

The urge to drink alone grows old

as you grow older. It's not like tea 

can stop me from unleashing 

the sickest dance moves.

THE ROBOTS ARE HERE.

My tits look for their meals in tree canopies, 

although they do spend a lot time on the ground.

Touch my tits on the Eiffel Tower.

The Space Needle is a good place for reaming out my asshole.

When I have difficulty fishing in a hard pipe, 

I remove my fish. 

The fish tape back in the conduit

and push passed any obstructions.

They do this with ease. 

If you have additional trouble

feel free to use  a heat gun inside the fitting 

with a needle nose pliers.

I won’t mind.

I promise.

I am looking out the window now

searching for Flanders.

On my easel is a cracked elbow,

a great focal point,

and an outlet box.

Everything else we’ve left in a storage unit

on a planet
yet to be discovered.