Hyperbole ON Steroids

How dare they invent the wheel and tell us how it turns!

How dare they set alight the fire and tell us how it’ll burn!

I want a meat cravat tied around my waist!

I want a face full of fish paste!

I wanna believe in the Golden M

I’m going to buy exactly what they sell

–

but she’s a Miss Step

tripping on kerbs

feeling like a verb

she’s ready

‘to be’

not exactly a customer they’ll

‘for see’

but that is for the future

not for nothing or anything

stay situated in the

‘presently’