THE HARDEST OF SMALL THINGS

The mailbox daunts me
My emails haunt me
Bills, a last minute pressure in my week
This all proves a hole in my life oh so bleak

A rare appearance to the household contributions
Then I’m done and can get back to my solitary contraptions

Brush your teeth and put on a smile
If you plan on calling don’t make that dial
What takes so little from you will cause me to walk a mile

Endeavoring to play my music that makes me happy
I could continue but it will only sound sappy

Cameras, barcodes, QR codes, GPS tracking, face recognition, fingerprints, cell tower surveillance, I’m just waiting for that Elon chip that marks the emergence of the beast. I’m not looking forward to this feast.

IT DOESN'T END

The hunger eats the thirst
The subconscious boasts the worst

Day by day we inject the hurt
I'm anything but a flirt

Your kingdom slaughters the truth
As my corpse lays black and blue

I hear them shredding tunes
But they’re reluctant to hear even my mildest booms

A rubix cube that cannot help you
Nothing better than just one screw loose

Socially inapt
From the dark I have quietly crept back

When food only makes for snacks
Nothing in these Santa's sacks

I dabble in communication
Participate in the national anthem

Just not up for small dribble and banter
At lease I now reach for that can of Fanta

This soothing snake oil won't ease my pain
I'm sure you're in the same boat and feel the same

Should I be the one to say you don't need it?
So far from home, No you don't need it!