Also Mutants

Blank Club

8-9-17

This is slum village Cuisinart
for your cousin's cousins.

I don't know art without panic
         and if it's undescribed
it must be epidemic
but what we most fear
         when words go too far
might be the hipsters crawling from the latte bar
with their cardboard cutout beards
made of construction paper. Like,
haven't you guys heard of
         saving anything for later?
When it's not a bad idea?
         Maybe talk yourselves outta it,
know what I'm meanin'?
It's no wonder your girlfriend
         likes us, not ironically...
deeply meaningful trends live stoically
and that's not the hill your grandfathers died on
to teach you the ways a waist gets
         a flannel shirt tied on.
Say it with me one time-
         with feeling-
         real feelings and not
         the dollar store dimebags
you've been inhaling:
There's more to life than me.
Now, don't you feel better?
         Put it up on Instagram
and tell your people how you never
felt so good making an honest mistake...
you've never met a villain you couldn't replace.
What'll happen to you
         when your culture war fame is over?
Time, pestilence, agony, death,
         terrible comb-overs (?),
                   maybe.
Everything's a maybe. Never is forever,
so write back soon, ya filthy little trendsetter.
You love us like you love a like;
not hurtin' nobody
         #nonewfriends
         but the parking lot's camera'd up
like you're not gonna love what you look like
when the footage leaks like a comments section
on the worst part of the internet you grew up in.
That territory is all your own-
         yours alone-
to own like the home you won't. Blown,
but it's not your fault, is it?
         (Hint: It never is!)
Life's a trophy and your name is Participant.
Don't be art, make it!
And quit being a panic if you can't
         be creative.