Who cares about who cares
writing it down is an act of arrogance is a virtue
someone must think, and it's me, and I'm quick and others follow
the scars of experience on a face called text
the whole point is action and the hell with them.
Like a poem about a dog, a cloud, an egg, and a she
one must shoot the dog, eat the egg, fly through a cloud of fucking her
and go high on a sunny place to head a regime.
You see, choice is for the weak. We're here, just straight-off verbs.