good fucking day to you good sir
you defiler of the motherbreast
arsonist in all the fields of study
you shut your face to the light
that bends itself around the rim
of a black hole as though you
too would not be sucked in
good fucking sir you’re rich
enough to understand that
money cannot buy life
but it sure can buy the convictions
of others to free them or to tighten
the noose just a bit more
sir you have reached a position
where you expect respect
but no longer do anything
worth a rat’s ass
and a rat’s ass is still worth a lot to a cat
i’m sick and tired of playing this stupid word game
where I find a million ways to skirt around the issue
of calling you an asshole
who doesn’t care for anybody really
except himself
I mean what the fuck are you going to do with your twenty seven swimming pools
your too-many resorts
when everywhere else will be melting in the autumn sun
when there will be homeless people scrounging for a scrap of hope
what good is any money at all
when those who have the most power to change
spend all of it preventing others from getting it
good sir this leadership is upside down
we need to flip the pan
the egg is getting burnt
the yolk is getting harder
in case it wasn’t clear enough
i’m using breakfast foods as a metaphor for the inevitable end of the earth
that you will have played a tremendously larger part than the rest of us
in bringing about
because metaphor is the toy of people who think
themselves too clever to talk normally
analogy is always welcome
because it gives plausible deniability
to that I say
analogise this motherfucker
the world is ending and you’re doing nothing about it
the world is ending and you’re the one driving in the knife
you’re the one who’s setting fire to the forests
you’re the one closing your eyes to the truth
good day motherfucker
go backflip off a tall encyclopaedia into a vat of empathy

Freewriting Explanation: Every day, Valen shall use 5 minutes to write completely unprompted and uninterrupted, letting the words lead the way. There is no end purpose to each piece, but rather, the pieces are allowed to develop naturally in their own way. The pieces are then uploaded without edits.

Today is the Climate Rally in Singapore. I couldn’t make it, but I imagine if Trump bothered to go for any climate rallies, one day someone will just lose it.

Filed under: Freewriting, Poetry


A member of Singapore-based writing collective /stop@BadEndRhymes ("/s@ber"), Valen dwells in the swamp of poetry. He has been published in various publications, including Anxious Poets Society, Eunoia Review and Quarterly Literary Review Singapore. He has performed his work at the Arts House, the Singapore Art Museum, and in various dingy bars.

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