10,000 Spoons when
all you need is 2...
Fill a glass half full with beer
top it liberally with trepid tears.
Use used roll for bunting,
memes for fruit machines.
Throw shoes at perceived loved
ones, piss all over your own floor.
In cash, withdraw all wages, use
them for the pages for your next
novel graphic, penned in sans-serif xeno-bic equivalence. Set them on fire.
Carve the cross of St. George all
over your face with the shattered
remains of your own existence.
Do your own Spoons. Raise a plastic.
