Sonnet – I’d Like to Speak to the Universe's Manager, Please
Speak to the manager? Are you in charge?
God! Yes, I have concerns and a complaint
So many things have no point, by and large
What often seems true many times ain’t
Life is one big ole Bronx salute, eh, Sarge?
I guess what I ask is extremely quaint
Why are we all on this celestial barge?
It’s gotta be more than guns and war paint
Our fate seems written by Madame Defarge
A plot twist spewed by an unholy saint
Time to take note, cash out, rest up, recharge
Hey, Manager, don’t go. Hold on, will you?
Lend me that ear now! Two more then I’m through:
Maybe add a HEPA-rated dust filter to Earth? So much time wasted on cleaning and polishing down here. Nothing fancy. You know, like a nice equator-sized HEPA 2 or 3 level thing.
And how about a new animal, one that can do, say, a bacon-y, shrimp-flavored type meat? Land or sea animal. Either way, up to you…
You know, you get three wishes, right? What is no. 3?