Malware

The fat man echoes
himself the king of pain, but
it's self-appointment

Pain's democratic,
it knows no master, limits
are just bald-faced lies

From the minor ache
to the face-ten face of death,
a great leveller

Physical ailments
may or may not heal at all,
the unseen does not

Life is like Nick Drake
on everlasting playback,
pink moons and all else

Two jobs, full belly,
family that loves him whole,
keys to happiness

Yet, the software up
above is in great need of
an update, upswing

But it's not silver
serpent simple, four five one
burning kerosene

The malware from the
molecule and the outside
corrupt totally

Some corruption is
choice-driven and some is not,
destruction is done

Some repair occurs
due to therapy and such,
but the levee broke

And for the life of
the ghost and the shell, partial
functioning is all

All that's left because
biological hardware
can function with a

malware-infested
operating system, one
can still reboot with

relative ease, one
can eat, puke, scratch, sniff, f**k, fart
and dig for nose gold,

yet the fat man still
has kerosene dreams and sees
pink moons rising high

The king of pain meme
is uploaded, updated,
never shutting down

Reviews

[roarke]

I sense sentience here.... and man is still king of his castle.

A reverie for the working man, charging batteries and wondering how to retro fit 8-trak into a CD slot...

meme's are for the uninitiated anyway... you're already way ahead of the throng, Ken...

[Kenneth The Poet]

Thank you, roarke. More than anything, it's about a man's battle with his broken mind considering how he's accomplished some percentage of the American dream. Thank you as always.