muskrats / skyscrapers

you sit in your castle with your wifi-enabled walls while i count pennies and people freeze solid to sidewalks; while their faces grow blue.

do you feel like a big man, covered in all that blood? have you grown numb to the way it sticks to your shoes with each step -- the way it oozes and drips off your clothes? have you coined the latest trend off how it stains your skin? is the metallic scent a creature comfort to you, now?

'pull yourself up by your bootstraps,' and by the gold chariot your parents bought you. it's all the same, isn't it? after all, what could a human life truly cost? five dollars? fifty cents?

"no one's going to help me; i have to help myself." muttered, with a heat that i feel to the roots of my teeth.

some night i will catch a bus out to the west coast / and burn their silicon city to the ground.