The modern world is killing me: My ringtone couldn’t be more Delphic.
Don’t want to go to Delhi & see a man hit a mad cow mad
With a trashland stick, or watch the prions devour this megalopolis.
I don’t want to go to Beijing & listen to the Hello Kitty machines
Zombie chomp on hypothalamus and mouth and foot
and mouth disease so please be body scan,
be Brillo-pad, be vintage adding machine, be not rigmarole— be star.
I don’t want to go to Greenland because all the morgues there have thawed.
I don’t want to stay here either. I don’t think we can get along.
The modern world is killing me. How can this be more clear?
I don’t want to do anything except get a pat down, disappear.