apathy is a meal

apathy is a meal best served fast and hot,

high in sugars, salt, and fat

you know the taste perhaps

on the run, no time to waste

apathy is a meal best served

in a tin and plastic fork,

frozen once and ready for your head

tasty now, savory, and hot

with a game or show or gameshow on

the quality is out of sight

Alexa blaring hip hop down the hall

time to sleep you decide, valium or melatonin

or maybe justa knock your head against the wall?

we wake to take our day

with blinking eyes, dreams disturbed, believing not

the earth is still beneath our feet

We haven’t killed her yet?

What are we waiting for?

Mars isn’t ready for us yet?

Come on, brilliant billionaires

Whatcha dragging for?

The mother that birthed us

is getting vexed

on the cusp of inventions defying sense

the competition is intense

it’s a nail bitter to the end

who will destroy whom and when and how?

I don’t think it will be televised

but we have and will be tried