Satire, Humor, Poems in Lit Up
Coming soon to the theater in you…
I wake up in the Land That Time Remembers.
No living fossils here, except for me.
The fireplace’s gently dying embers
are fake: electric is the place to be.
My windows open up to shiny vistas:
Utopias, each itching to be real.
The coffee’s great, the neighborhood baristas
delivering according to their deal,
and so the Keurig rests, although the Roomba
is hard at work on every fleck of dust.
What’s after breakfast, yoga, run, or Zumba?
Alexa will soon tell me what I must
to keep it off — so thankful for Ozempic,
and of the side effects, I’ve had no trace.
It’s surely time for one more “now and then” pic.
And this time, both the penis and the face.
It’s strange indeed, this land, but like as not,
much better than the Land That Time Forgot.
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