It is after a great storm.
We were all washed away.
Even me.
“Me!” “Me!” “Me!”
Except digitally.
That is what’s left.
The oligarchs own.
The plebeians digitize.
“Me!” “Me!” “Me!”
The Influencers publish.
Go with me down to the store
in Barcelona
to get the whole seed mustard.
Poetry by W.T. tuqMairtin