this might not mean much,
but this poem is my own contribution
to the internet so that it’s one less piece of content
created and brought to you by a bot,
or however that dead internet theory goes
the other day cocoa prices soared,
and now a ton of cocoa is more expensive than a ton of copper,
but i also watched a video of a panda throwing a temper tantrum,
so i guess in the end, the world isn’t all that topsy-turvy
after all
i didn’t eat last night,
not because i didn’t want to,
but i forgot, and then it got late, like after midnight,
and i became too tired to fix anything,
even too tired to warm up Poptarts,
so i went to bed hungry,
feeling like i did something wrong and this was my punishment,
but i don’t know what exactly i did wrong
Fred Aiken Writing 