writing – Kevin Trent Boswell

Like No Other Everyone

A nonpareil drop in the bucket

Deadpan dipping sauce
Covers the taste of
Cardboard cleverness

It was already bad enough before,
My shuffling and shimmying,
Like a monkey angel on a chain

I was already forced to share
My dance floor
Atop the pinhead of the city
With myriad other
Demonic apes

Eight billion cells
Competing for symbiotic sustenance

The necessity
Of playing the fool for attention
Cutting in line for approval
Tripping others in desperation
Asking favors
And bribing doormen

And all of it…

Getting me
Scooby Doo nowhere

But now,
There must be the
Additional humbling
Disclaimer:

“No AI was used in this.”

But most likely,
No one will ever see it

And even if they did,

They wouldn’t understand
Half of the words

Or one percent
Of the symbolism

Or any of the effort

The machine
Finishes its meal
And lights a cigar

I Know It’s Frustrating

I know you’re angry; I don’t blame you
It feels like American freedom is spent
But please try to remember that it’s illegal
To talk about killing the president

I know it’s hard watching these racists;
To a coward, sadist, false king, they bent
But it’s still a crime to make idle threats
About murdering the stupid president

I don’t ever want you to get locked up
So, don’t do something you’ll later lament
Don’t even jokingly say to someone
That you’re planning to kill the president

Seriously, don’t do it. No, really… don’t.

This Should Do Well

This poem fits neatly
Inside an Instagram panel

It isn’t deep, although it
Feigns depth and wisdom

It says you’re not an ignorant,
Entitled, hateful little shit

It pretends that you are perfect
Just the way you are

This poem will likely
Be very popular

It Will Not Matter

It will not matter,
What you do or do not
For soon, swift death
Will sweep through the land
Scooping you up onto
The back of its white horse,
The reaper throttles you
With its cold, bony hand