dearth of demonic things in life
now: Labubus instead of Tickle Me Elmos
receptacles for our placeholder evil
until that evil escapes the groupchat
unlike that holiday from adult life
holiday by default, by the sea
only to miss the browbeating illeism
of parrots, Polly wanting and all
the harbinging of rain
the backlash against hyperindividualism
you're one in a crowd, my chatbot said live
meaning sycophancy and spewing the opposite
Ealhwine is an unserious pseudonymous data annotator.
the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan
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