Pretty Baby

It’s a Carvel ice cream cake sort of sendoff

See you all in the hell you’ve created

Danger stays in the picture

A tilted human sloth

Likened to a dog bothered by a fly

Never moving but expecting to catch it

The breeze of breath of drunk stablemate

Hot junk.

I hope this simulation knows what it’s doing

How it brought me from yesteryear to a helpless bunch of drowning stiffs

I’ve got no arms left to give

Burn the city to the ground and start over

Build new jobs, build new people, build new violence

Brick by brick,

But leave the old habits in the dustbin

With that parting cake.