Why Not?
Purpose, employment, and legacy.
Why Not? Aliens are our creators. Why not. They created humans to kill all the animals, because… I mean, it makes as much sense as any other reason to be “created.” Well, at first, things were going good. Our forefathers destroyed the mammoths, ground sloths, most large cats, and other fanged and horned fauna unknown to modern man. And we didn’t stop with beast and fowl, it was a full on slaughter: the Neanderthals, Denovisians, Homo Erectus. More recently, with bullets and poison, it’s been wolves, bears, bison, Bengal Tigers, African Tigers, Siberian Tigers, Tasmanian tigers, Tasmanian people, Palestinians, etc. Basically, the thriving species are dogs, rats, roaches and non-indigenous man. Humans and our vermin extensions. But they die when we do. Sorry. Don’t believe the hype, cockroaches might survive nuclear winter but they’ll be gone when the trash heaps green over. And dogs won’t become wolves, they’ll become lunch. Cats’ll do fine. That’s kind of their thing. Our thing, is destruction. For about 200,000 years, we were doing great. We were DESTROYING this place. By 30,000 years ago, we’d torched half the planet and forced an ice age, obliterating many of the reptile species. 12,000 years ago, we finished off the Mammoths. Within the last 2,000 years, all the lions in Europe have become African imports. The wild buffalo roam no more. RIP Dodo. And on and on and so forth. You get it. No need to prattle on. The aliens knew that once we killed the animals and burned through the trees And turned this entire planet into a litter box, they could move in with their giant sand worms. But we fucked up. We stopped eradicating species. Now, we’ve actually started to work backwards - w’re saving species. We’re even resurrecting species a la Jurassic Park. Which goes against our entire purpose here on planet Earth. And that’s why the aliens keep coming back. They’re checking on progress. They should’ve moved in by now. Why not?
Girl Dad
There’s a 10 year old girl I know.
She has a flame inside of her
that the whole world
will try and extinguish
with buckets of fear
and doubt.
My job
is to be there
like an arsonist
pouring gas on that fucker
until it burns like a torch
she can run with
on her own.
After that,
maybe I’ll do some sightseeing -
Italy, Greece, the Middle East.
I’ll visit the places
That birthed
The bastards
That cursed
The world
With civilized society.
Which somehow made
everyone scared
of little girls.Benefits
I’ve had a lot of jobs. Jobs that have had benefits.
Benefits have providers that you pay for the privilege of accessing said benefits. Every W2 job I’ve had in adulthood has taken all of my most personal information and distributed it to their preferred benefits provider that always, with the utmost care, and due diligence, hands it to whatever underpaid temp is recording new sign ups that week. I’ve had a high turnover career for various reasons - good, bad, and otherwise. I’ve signed up with a lot of benefits providers.
And now, we transition to today, where every 9 months or so, I get a new notice from one of these former benefits providers letting me know that there’s been a data breach in their system. And now all of my most personal information has been sold to the dark web and I am fucked forever. Or, at least until my children and I all get new social security numbers.
I’ve received many of these letters of deepest apologies and offers to monitor my credit score for 12 months at no charge to me (or whatever the fuck it is they do). I’ve had so many jobs, I probably have 2-3 of these companies watching over me at any given time. Like angels. I might be the safest motherfucker in the credit system.Thank Me, Mushroom
From within the syringe
I sprung you free
Into existence
To me, all praise be
You came to me
As but a spore
Only DNA, cellulose
and nothing more
Praise me,
little mushroom,
I gave you your worth
and all of your purpose
when I designed your birth
Your destiny
Lies with me,
little mushroom
I am your god
Fawn over me, praise me
It’s what gods are owedLegacy
When we die
We are survived
Only by
Our ruins