MISSION
pop goes
the dinosaur
no way
it’s going to
wheedle, weasel
its way
out of this one!
comet approaching
at a rate of knots
ATTENTION ALL GIANT REPTILES
RESISTANCE IS FUTILE
it will be
a mission but
mammals got
this covered
they’ll suck
their tits a bit
then come
up with a plan
no mission impossible
for these little
media wizards millennia
in the making
***
and here we
in face are, millions
of years in the future
stealth bombers heading out
missiles in the firing position
(so you can
imagine the TV spin)
strange how
this intelligent ape
became so
phallus-obsessed
with walking upright and
coming to consciousness
and now they
are talking
drop in ratings for
those
bombed out of existence
the dead duck can
coil back on its spring then
truly fiery Phoenix itself
go out
proud, with great legacy,
(how this species loves that!)
and there
the shaman speaks channeling entity
she calls god president on highest
masturbating syllables as
spirit gibberishes itself
in the culture of the race we might speak
of a defective cyborg, robot or android
whose speech
patterns are shot
whose logos is skewed
whose face is contorted by
torture or
rapture
who needs to
go back to her Maker for
whole existential reboot
and up out of
their graves
except
they never died
unless
intellectually speaking
the dumbed-down ones spring
to truly rejoice
outgoing, incoming
it’s all just one
sweet show to them
sign
of mission accomplished
new kids
we have
not seen yet
about to get their chance