a twit

be not a tit, O Twiterarch,
but proflabate! and when you wake,

do something with these hours
you complain of
or make something with these people
you disdain of

if you can smelt and hammer,
smelt with every joy unfurled,
don't be the haute rind
upon the goat's cheese of the world.

I, consumer!

here is like a sea of sewage, where
thickened blasting pangs
eject offal
into a bag


I will not buy your shit anymore
It gets in-between my teeth.