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Futility
FUTILITY
(Lethargy Explained)

I. Root Causes

Perhaps I alone
am the root cause
for these sores
On my face
The doctor cannot explain away
"A deficiency of vitamin E"
or pussy
or maybe some combination
of moral indignation and
slight hesitation at questioning
totalitarian regimes-
along with other civilizations
based on all similar
narrowly modified versions
of Little Tote's dream

II. Tomorrow

Tomorrow
all the people died
planes fell from the sky
nations plundered and pilfered
cement walls turned into silk
Mother's robbed of their milk
to satisfy the voracious
appetite of our
conquerors

Who
after learning
of their own planet's inevitable demise
due to an inadvertent supernovae sun
only narrowly escaped
on hastily produced crafts
to find our precious planet Earth's
atmosphere could
with slight modifications,
(over a number
of years)
be made to suit
their environmental requirements

The stress of travelling
light years rendering the
female of their species unable to
lactate properly-
Our friends and heavenly neighbors
DeZined, mass-produced
and found a remarkable way to
undetectably introduce
what humans once termed
"disease"
into the minds, bodies and spirits of
our co-inhabitants

Systematically seeking
to tweak
the genetic code

Picking out and killing off
the "unsuitable"
Dispatching the rest
As farmers once
needled cows
to three times the milk
Or spray replicated perfect
Shiny-Cuyaba bananas.

"We'll make great pets!"

They make our president sing
To celebrate a new
addition to the food chain

And the rest of the delegation
chosen to represent us
at our host's seemingly hospitable request

were made to dance to the tune
of our most honorable, noble and courageous
president
at the events preceding
their slaughter

Tomorrow is the day
all the people died in infamy

As those suddenly awakened
by the storm ask
"How could it be-"
that every time he gazed
into the bright sunny sky

Little Tote asked himself
why
even
try?

III. Today

Perhaps Tote like his pain
surging through his veins
An unseverable joint
A holy union
of heaven
and hell
Both endowed and cursed from heaven
with the eyes to see
Only the wickedness of humanity

Today is the day Tote puts off
for tomorrow he could have done
today

After all,
According to his dream
Tomorrow will never come--

And if he does decide to
leisurely arrive

He will almost certainly drag along
astonishment, disbelief and her
chubby and unconditional friend denial
in tow

And the countdown to
mutually assured
destruction begins

Once again