Unchained Roller Poem by Nat Z. Punx

and she must have some sort of reputation to uphold
it's hard enough seeing the town lunatic
all might not be too bad
but he leaves each time
in the night
claiming not to remember
and she follows him once
to be sure
he goes home
while she loses interest

people like parking meters
people like jello molds
people like transformers
stepping down the mass voltage to a palatable frequency
media like lemmings and lemon drops
media like rabid shepards
driving their posioned flock to the brink of extinction
lovers of desperation
lovers of cliff note scripts
and played out scenes
children like bumper crops
fattened for the feast
of unfathomable futures to pass
children like chum
spilling blood into the seas of time
for the bait of some bigger catch
children like dasies
growing for no one

lives spread out with promise and hope
too often ending up wishing for lost tomorrows