Poetry | Fred Aiken Writing

I use reusable grocery bags because I love the environment and have decided I’m a patriot,

and because someone told me something about the dolphins that I promptly forgot,

but thought it would be a good idea to be seen as a great guy in the scheme of things,

though I couldn’t honestly say what I was scheming for,

because I don’t think I’d care one way or another if London Bridge tumbles and we all fall down,

in fact, I sometimes think I root for calamity,

unless it involves me participating in a revolution, because I’m gonna be honest with you,

it kinda takes a lot of energy reusing the same grocery bags over and over,

so I don’t think I have it in me to join whatever movement you’re pushing buddy,

maybe it’s time to move along

if I ever make it big,

then I want to lose it all in some back alley shady joint

where everyone hopes I fail

and it comes true,

leaving penniless and probably not all that much wiser,

though maybe I can go into lecturing the youth of tomorrow

about subjects that I have a faint understanding of

and should probably never be listened to,

because I barely know how to learn,

but I know how to lose

fasten your seatbelt for the automaton empire to strike rebel forces

until someone claims to be anothet dude’s father,

but I won’t believe it until I see a paternity test,

and even then I’ll still claim I didn’t know the mother,

she probably got around and abound, if you know what I mean,

though what’s an infinite universe worth when it comes down to a small quadrant that no one can reach,

but everyone can hustle and bustle to the moon and back, though how bout that Mars

Fred Aiken Writing