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The most sustainable coffee grounds
come from e l e p h a n t s h i t,
Look it up.
Out of its ass, picked by man’s fingers.
No shovel required
All natural.
The packaging assures there’s no smell.
They wash ’em. No aftertaste.
Trust me.
With one bag of s h i t—I mean coffee—
You too can save a world that has long bent
toward self-destruction, imminent,
Instantaneous combustion.
Every night,
when you close your eyes,
you believe the world waits
in stasis,
forever and always.
However,
last night, while you slept
the world changed.
They stole your future.
don’t you want
it back?
Oligarchical machinations
to community seems opaque.
Become the knife
that cuts the hands
of a thief.
The ones who
cover their eyes,
feign blind,
project blame
on a cycle of names,
who won’t face
repercussions of clenched fist.
They tell me “The revolution
starts on the corner.” Your corner,
our corner, and the corner
that comes after,
if ever at all.
One act is bigger than any man.
The answer lies
in the palm of your hand.
So be like David
and sling that s h i t.
Rip a head off that tyrant.
Sit.
A throne to survey
before you can’t.
Words mean nothing,
please understand. Inaction,
an elegy to sand
damn.
Y’know?
It kinda tastes like hazelnut.
One bag is seventy bucks
and Keurig pods are on sale at Costco…
Rent is due in two weeks.
fuck.
