Why Ask Normal?

 
your mamma said
add a longer handle
that's an invention
more new for you to choose
awe shuck some corn
future? time
there's your new
PROBLEM
reach a little further youth
cause hale mortality
when the corn shucks you
OH! damn baby
mama was right
so I'll throw
a robe
as it goes long
real long
I'll throw it your overcoat
whilst I chuck, shuck, and buck
ten lookiloos away
I'll shed you a tear
for a parachute
stomp on your ocean
say your death's
"nothing new"
drag the paralysis
                                 of
Ohh
Hell, it's new to me
the world's still here
man's thinkin
oh my left foot
two times ten
so big as I am
everything's so done
while the world's still here
how is that
not undone
for your ten ton mama's
crocodile footsteps
so snappadatata heck
at that big ol' neck
nothing like the soothing comma
as the past has lived your life
so that shallow nothingness
reflection staring back
at who
there is no Royalty
not since the age of
tin foil seems
there you are big ol
nobody believing
in nothing
sorry for your mother
life so soiled
geez
why can't these
big boy bosses
look more to the future
I wonder if it's
that that raw mama will
finally get a fair paycheck
for doin your work
takin shame for credit
add a longer handle
and break your own damned neck

poem and artwork: M. E. L.