I am—
not! a rock
I am not
an island!—
Nope; I'm—a Target
I
am
a
Walmart—
over-
stocked but
underserving you
deliberately—
with only
one or two
of my ample
and future-y
checkout lanes open.
And—you'll hear me
here
when I
here-
by declare—no American
icon
or idol
or poet
is safe!
from the
cheaper
and deeper-
stacked
chittering
wrath—of
my
wrath.
