Poem: The Latest

Preparing for the Latest Most BestOff in mad pursuit of the hottest, the latest, the mostest — and we say that not ironically at all because

As anyone who knows anything about culture — or Culture, capitalized ironically, like a Tom Wolfe neologism — knows that

Getting more

If not all

Is the point of all this scurrying.

Much like the rodents we strive to eradicate from our attics and cellars,

We dash, omni-mindedly, with singular purpose but no direction

Toward our shiny better sweeter cheese.

We have no memory, you and I, no future prospects or next-life do-overs, so we dash and dash.

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