The Reasons Of Production

When you kicked over those boxes
they knocked over the other boxes
containing the styrofoam cups.

It broke a lot of them.

You yelled “fuck you” at the boss one time
and you’ve never worked
when you weren’t being supervised.

I have yet to see you
put the broom and the dustpan up
at the end of the day.

Progeny Wasted

Shooting my semen into
a five day old cup of tea,

I will do this if I like.

Sitting on my desk,
it blends together
and begins to mold.

I live as the ancient Chinese did.

Pouring this cup into the toilet
and flushing it down the drain
while no one is looking,

I will do this if I like.

An act of autonomy on my part
before
the jealous gods.

Poetry by W.T. tuqMairtin