Stop Making Sense Poem by Patti Masterman

Stop trying to make sense of things,
telephone wires are invisible now-
They flow straight into people's brains,
and next year they'll be implanting them,
you'll be permanently online.

One day I looked up
and swallowed a big chunk of glass,
Right out of the diamond sky-

People piss out demons from whiskey
into all the reservoirs,
People drinking it sicken unknowingly.

Some have twisted strips of white plastic
like Martian sinews
buried under their skin-
But they think it's from that car wreck from 1972.

Some believe vaccines are weakening us
with mercury, heavy metals;
an undocumented virus
but it's all in the meat we eat;

the animals fighting are inside of us
their flesh is antagonistic to our species
it leaves proteins behind, slowly killing
and the invading virus that wins-
eats us all.