You fervently beg off and hope
That it echoes back an iota of feeling
So you’re not sent wheeling home
But it doesn’t give you one reason to stay here;
Waves you on with a five second benediction
And a lazy stretch of the arms.
It doesn’t pry;
Won’t push you to look at yourself in the mirror,
Re-evaluate your misguided cure,
If you want someone spreading your gossip,
Head over to the housewife brunch.
If you need an ear,
It has one detachedly deaf.
Could you use a pick me up? Need a light?
Nothing sparks a light in its distant eye.
It might have sex with you
If you’re on top doing all the work.
It won’t say no to free money
Unless it has to leave its comfy armchair.
It won’t drag you down.
It doesn’t care if you sing the bluest blues,
Or paint the town red while it stays at home
Or leave it alone with your nightmares in the dark.
It won’t be any kind of ball and chain
Even if you beg it to ground you.
According to experts, the expansion of IT
Is the great tragedy of our times
And according to mothers,
IT is no dandelion bouquet in May,
No warm hug and no flush of her cheek
And no good reason to not see you.
You treat it like an innocuous gas but
IT is responsible for
Replies unsaid and check lists undone,
Your miserable, failed love life,
America’s diabetes and soon to be dialysis,
Lonely elders in your nursing home next door,
The shift of your old neighborhood into survival crime,
The clockwork of oil spills, factory explosions, exploding corruption,
The stagnant unrest of democracy gone apathetic,
Hungry, hopeless children in Ukraine prostituting for food,
Conflict diamond slavery and slaughter in Africa,
Unchecked genocide across your globe,
Colossal fucking holes in your atmosphere,
And everyone vaguely knowing and no one frankly caring.