This poem is a follow-up to my review and subsequent essay on the novel Fake Accounts and is written in response to the book.
— AR
Fake! Fake! Fake! Fake! Crushed and bad bleeding From the bite of the snake! Cursed and mad writhing On desperate unsettled ground That happy readers are discussing And drinking coffee around. We've come for this month's Educational therapized push Of alternate souls to be touched -- Touched and handled and led Through dark corridors to too bright Light and green, yellow, sickly tan, Awful orange and scene Of phonestruck young person who is fake -- Who thrown hard against the wall would break! Smile a sick half-circle of stale bread, Eyes like rotted meat, Teeth deadly white, with octopus's limbs -- Fake of a woman from whom hatred stems! The word smashes circles In service to the same dull round, Here sure as cycles Another victim is found! This look is ace, eyes have backed away square -- Turn aside, now the heart is open -- It sees clearly now -- it looks inside and finds Nothing! Nothing! Nothing! Nothing!
Delightful. Incidentally the most recent poem I wrote featured a snake: https://www.instagram.com/p/CQPmh-8gdA3/?utm_medium=copy_link