Live almost forever and have a career.

Two days with the shades drawn

you’re eating your mouth.

Slow down what you bring to that ritual.

Money bags are for the worms.

Pretty thing with a vacuum cleaner

flipping you the bird.

You can throw away anything.

Throw out your brain.

Driven mad by an always crooked

picture frame.

Your name is not progress.

Please don’t fashion your traps.