Contemporary Contempt
I dreamed I was a cosmonaut,
In a cramped space capsule,
Homo Sovieticus.
As the earth pulled me down,
The capsule spun
Faster and faster,
End over end.
I screamed as I burned
Until there was nothing left to scream.
I dreamed I was an old man,
Pale and alone,
Homo cretinus.
Until one day,
The phone rang,
The voice crackling with hurt.
When I asked if I was dreaming,
They hung up the receiver.
Degenerate art