Observe the man in its natural habitat

observe how closely the end of the academic year resembles the end of the world

observe a smiling emo armageddon,

and join him in laughter and autopastiche.

And to his miscreant neighbors and compatriots:
a phallic salute and nasty words. We’re done here.

[springtime and ends
like pilots and bends–
up is not up, and where’s
down anymore?]


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