Heres Estrella

More Stars than There are

Tag: satire

Cup of Starfucks


Give me a nice Cup
of Starfucks:

Quickly procured
and scantily done---

I don't care about all
The Plastic
on my tongue,

So long as Their
army of Robots
churn out The Dope
from Morning
to Dawn.

So pour me
that neat Cup
of Cheap Grace,
A dozen or so ounces
A day,

Easy and laced,

Until All of Our
Bodies Shut Down.

Take It to The Heart, Please

These days
Are of endless novelty,
Absurdly modern:
High profits for the ones
Who trick passion with
Morsels of jittery confections—
Fast melting, quickly expiring.
Highly. Profiting.

Age of sensational Spasm,
Locked behind which, a long dusty
Book of delayed shame,
Regretfully nostalgic.
We cannot perceive the reality
of how we arrived upon
This existential wilderness,

Whilst being too busy
Occupying our conscious,
Shunning The Truth;

Rather to take it all
Up the Ass—
Than to bite real Peaches,
Causing them to Gush,
To Spew and Bleed—

The Sticky Juice
of Act and Consequence,
Pleasure and Pain,
Dispute and Acceptance:

Will We Ever
Relearn to open up
that rusty chamber,
Neglectfully sealed in our Hearts,
and refill its long-emptied
Reservoir to the Brim
with True Essence and Blood?