Who Is Throwing Clay?

The judges push you out,

make of you a jaded warden

& every greeting becomes 
what you hope isa coded

confession. Everyone

is an Uber driver &

most people are grifters,

too, drifters dripping from their

broken molds. The new

austerity means

there’s fewer beers to go around,

more saved for the mayors &

the jailers.  Such things

embolden an eruption.  Such

bloated think is tempting.

A tamping down. Who doesn’t

want?  Who doesn’t spit

in the wind when the leaders

say it’s raining? At least 
the cattle in the factory 
has an exit strategy.  Hard
to burn it all down 
& start again when everyone
is wet with tears.  
Nothing a few thousand years
won't solve.  We're the peasants 
in the game who mill about
town forever looking for things
in barrels when the dwarves 
& the elves are getting 
rich of your data.  After 
thirty years you get a clown
who breaks your am. The clown
is an unpaid intern. 
Don't sling mud,
throw bottles.