a pretend genius broadsuction
god subsidizes the sun
scott taylor

better pay your respects, boy
cuz if you don’t, the lights’ll go out

energy bill not paid, switch thrown
and the ice age is upon us all

we’ll measure his good will
by quantifying the photon output
screaming our way from the dark reaches of space

meteors fallin’, sure sign that somebody
cheated on his wife tonight

eclipses blinkin’, means
another few bastards were shot down
in the street

black holes callin’, concentration camps
for the Spirits That Couldn’t

and at the check-out counter,
he’ll hand you the bill
amperes and wattage
volts and flashies

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