ALL APOLOGIES #004

In the back room

the cigar smoking

swinish swillers of classic whiskeys

make plans for us

for me.

They are mapping out my future

deciding where I will go

and with whom

and how.

I have no control over my fate

I've discovered.

It is out of my hands

and only in those

of the greedy oligarchs

who are masters of this land

and its inhabitants

and you

and me.

We are their slaves, see

and that

THAT is why I did not finish my homework.

For really, what is the point?