Institutionalized ~ Tuesday, November 4, 2025

θάλασσα θάλασσα

What of those less fortunate than ourselves
handicapped, crippled, and wards of the state
absolutely penniless to pay debts
toffee in wrappers just left on the shelves

old beggars in wheelchairs, the rough sleepers
forgotten undesirables, their fate

told four hundred years ago, no regrets
humanity destroys for destiny
objects of property, finders keepers
singled out, radical alterity
eventually, the pendulum swings back

leave out metaphysics, sincerity
empties out the rubbish, the lies, the slack
suffering and sorrow, pick a penny
sick with street life off the ground, have good luck

fortune at your fingertips, all day round
organize a food co-op, a pantry
remove the need for profit, full of pluck
terminal as the state swoops in to take
under their wing, a mill with pepper ground
no restitution, no hope, no entry
as if the unwelcome were a bother
tears at my helplessness, do not be fake
exit wounds hurt as badly as the rest

thalassa, thalassa, the sea, the sea
handsome demons arrive to stage a test
answer as best you can, there is no fee
not on the front end, at least, the other

objectified into categories
under the counsel of truffle prodder
research shows scholarship skewed by money
skewed by business, by profits, by stories
exacerbated by news media
levity for the world, cannon fodder
venture as capital, hives make honey
engineered by institutions, phony
sycophants, nondescript as baloney

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