Thick black box containing a small city
(fear the brainwashing situation.)
Icelandic poets think they are so witty...
(confusion leads to defenestration.)
Itsy proton people move, sitting at
light speed, in front of fuzzy white TV
glow. Microwavable ambition. Fat
reflections of a future broken thee.
I was glad to Finnish the Danish sweet.
I now understand how not to be afraid.
The explanation of TV was neat.
Color wires on our patience, abrade.
Bjork has taught us and we should take the cue,
you shouldn't let the poets lie to you.