Social Contract

The once ordinary advancement of
thoughts to actions cowardly sobbed away.
Transmutations growled while traveling
through songs of endearment and patriotism.

Misfortune slices softly like paper cuts.
The side effects are more humane than those
of prescription drug pushers.
TV salesmen telling you to tell your doctor
what drugs you want to ingest.

Happiness, but diarrhea, suicidal.
Normal urinary flow, but no erections.
Functioning penis, but migraines, nose bleeds.
Healthy ovaries, but miserably depressed.

Silver sopranos and blooming bassoons wail
injustices, slow economic paces pinned
between the market and Chekhovian examples
of human relations.