I’m sending blackmail letters to every god out there
telling them I need my forehead kissed or else
but they just laugh
that’s so corny they tell me
drop the poetry bullshit
focus on something else they say
I have some nerve still asking for stuff
after last year’s yahtzee winning streak
where do I get off
always wanting everything all the time
but little do I know
humanity has squandered its luck
the day Werner Herzog saved Joaquin Phoenix from
that car accident
all of society’s aspirations played out
with an „ouch, easy Werner“
and now the world is going crazy for Joker
but no one ever
sends thank you letters
a bottle of wine
or chocolate pralines

depressed ballons
full of bad breath
can’t push against
the ceiling
on your big day
you listen to your uncle talk about his RV
followed by something racist
as you blow out
the candles
for hot luck
next year