Mememememememenow

Me, me, me, me, me, me, me, now
Me, me, me, me, me, me, me, now
Last time I checked we had free speech
Right then, shut your face: I’m speaking
My problem’s urgent, yours can wait
Quit your whinging, I’ve got complaints
I’ll saw that barrista in half
With the edge of my donor card
(Soy! Soy! It’s three letters!)
We layered the acetate printouts of our DNA
Vetted the patterns and popped champagne
And start Googling the baby names
A green field, a clean white tent
Now that’s what I call entertainment
Push red for the autopsy
And I’m choking back my jealousy
'Cause why can’t I be famous?
What exactly is going on when two people copulate? When a hand embraces a
breast, when fingers explore clefts (which are obviously geometric structures
which powerfully cue innate responses laid down in the central nervous system a
hundred thousand years ago)?
Shared baths then spontaneous sex
Foucault and Baudrillard shelved next
Swap out the haiku sent by text
For guest rooms with flat pack pull out beds
Quantising cum shots in our heads
Yawning at chrome vibrating eggs
Leave toenail clippings where they fall
Walk by the junk mail in the hall
Groan at the sunshine, up and out
Making each carcinoma count
Slow waltz around supermarkets
With hooves in shoes clenched up like fists
So boil it off, you’ll see what’s left:
Bad luck, tough shit, goodnight, God bless
Now all you’ve leased reverts to us
Your children’s hair will turn to rust
All your snow-driven birds of love:
Besemened pigeons playing dove
One day I’ll be turfed out of my grave
To join dust clouds floating in space
Treblinka and the Vatican:
Their motes sweet-waltzing, holding hands
And those black jokes will all make sense
Hoovering us up in increments
Bye bye