[Poem] Back to the Tin Cup

 by Emmit Other

Taking a break

To finish a mighty work

Now they wanna charge

For automated likes

And three people

Who read and like

What I can do here

Every day

For free

Hooray

The silent spirit botox numbs my face

Firewalls against pure unending chronic depression

Goes to the edge of the cliff

But will not topple

But will not topple

We are all

Stardust and sand

Washing out on the tide

No need to kick my sand castle over early

And charge me to do it

The idea of paying $20 a year

To continue writing my anti capitalist

And technology poetry

Seems

A poor choice