I think the universe is telling me
Something:
To give up or give in to what it sees
Inappropriate;
A van rested
For three whole years;
Three years without tender love
Or care; the turning of the key
Like death without echoes left
Me wanting: escape from this hell
Of ideas and random
Implementations.
Blackened fists changing source
Of power and of power and
FFS please release; and the tears
Fell, and the fears โฆ ah FFS โ
Crowbar and plank and F battery
Gave way to empty space, hurray
But but and Oh FFS โฆ
The loaded and charged source
Of power, unable to turn the F
Engine: a bang and a bang
And so the fuse blew blew blew
and the air turned blue.
And so this simile came to be,
Unlike a metaphor I swear it be
Truthful and void: Iโm gonna
Scrap this F*ng van,
Like an offering
To the universe.
