I refuse to learn
how options appear
and reappear
to be watched
to be played, as they say
as it’s called
as it’s a toy, a game
we buy into, pressing
play, a button, into
plastic, cold and hard into
flesh and piercing mind
reflex, concerto into messiness
miserly caution, mimics, perfects
fake British accent, dying intellect
started to make sense, now derelict
started to take care, yet now neglect
began to change, but now nonsense
imitation meat – for vegans, eggless
but frozen semen – ah, I digress
an eagle’s search, a patriot’s shame
poorly timed speech or heart’s first flame
dying breath meets empty fame
a speech like this
a poem in rhythm
a face uncovered
past life, disgraced
pointless in theme,
its cadence poor
rhyme lacks importance
its topic, a bore
lost life, discovered
meaningless, in vain
still I cannot help but hope
they make me solid –
exist me in name
press play, the button
enter the future shop
click submit when prompted
and buckle up
The Halfwit Writer 