crustaceans

hunched over a podium
under a tiny white light
languid lace and limbs
but mouth so alive
spitting out shit
or economics
whatever it is
it’s making me sick
beady black eyes
can they see me?
and all the empty crustaceans
inherited to their seats?
we’re all in one god damn sea
mouthful of salt
assful of sand
you’re still spitting out shit
about supply and demand
elasticity, opportunity cost
you’re orchestrating
a civilized holocaust
yet some bent up reason
has led you to believe
this is fun
for both you and me
let me tell you something lady
your echo may ring sweet
but sugar ain’t what these kids need
feed us bitter metal
so we spit up arms
against society