I do not recognize this court.
Gatorland is not a sovereign nation.
I saw the last orca die at Sea World,
I know the grim reality of sunshine.
Place the oxygen mask on yourself first.
Turbulence is part of the process.
Engine failure is also part of the process.
Child-proof, user-friendly, they said.
This isn’t the Ark, it’s a flying rock.
This exceeds break-neck.
This is escape velocity.
I have a co-morbid condition:
a depthless void in my heart
and a phobia of all animals on Earth.
I’m going to kill all the bears
playing human in the Yogi Bear Campground.
I’m going to make shoes out of everything:
your teeth, my nails, the cold-blooded,
the spineless, the boneless,
blue-collar, white-collar, one percent.
I’m going to force-feed cable news
down the plastic gullets and maws of all those
live-action cartoons marching in the parade.
They need to learn survivalism.
We all need to learn to love the touch
of mud, the language of swamp things,
before the water creeps into our homes.