whatever : a poem

To be or not to be:

Whatever!

Spaceships made of garbage
Bought and paid for by
Slaves at the apple factory
Flying around a huge lump of rock
In the middle of nowhere.

Whatever!

That's progress for you
Flying cars never materialized
From the deep dark recesses
Of 1950s B movies
To take us to the palaces of scantily clad virgins
With Ray guns.

Whatever!

In the end
We'll all be buried or burned
Long forgotten save for the
Song we wrote on that hill one day
Drunk on wine and love
Fresh air and long hair
Making the best of a moment
'cause that's all we've got.

Whatever!

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Kersus's picture

It makes me want to watch Barbarella again!

dwfan9's picture

I love that movie. Haven't seen it in years. Isn't that "instrument" called an orgasmatron?

I am here. I am now.

Kersus's picture