Seriously, spree killings are part of the furniture.

Once you get used to it you’ll hardly notice,

besides that new paleo place is. the. bomb.

Don’t mention the free advice you get

from strip mall shonks, just relax into your latest font.

Let the almond milk piccolo do its trick

and don’t mention the licks

the arsenal tallies torqueing free trade.

We are all Fat Men ready to detonate

at the spare promptings of sleeper cells

plotting cancer in a body’s obscure crevasse.
When it’s time to leave:

forget the bill, gild our lies.

Frothy Jetsons swooshing in vacuum tubes till payday.