where were you at the beginning of the sixth mass extinction? N - 4 - life you can't complain about

wrinkled shirts
eyes attached to backlit screens, industrial zone
taxi drivers do not know where to go
and they shout to the GPS system
 skipping vans for occasional transport

occasional schedule
there is no time to eat to sleep to thank for the good or recriminating for the bad

good or bad
you go ahead,
while your tired eyes burn
because of the new and different gas exhaust

orders go well on deployed sails
customers pay on schedule
and yet
lately
these are all oversize bytes
too big for another dinner alone
grey sky suburbunal grounds
life of a traveling salesman
you can't complain of

Marco Bo