Cookiedough Nuts samples at the New London Food Stroll
All poems

Rotton Lot

2025 October 19, 2025

It's what we're taught. "Turn it down!" "Don't play with fire, you'll burn it down..." So, I am muted -- as self instructed. Those waves you broke are conductive. You will die in ripples of pain, it's your fault you are insane! Copy, paste, sex reproduce. You're feeding a black hole you induced. Wake up - I don't know what dreaming is; I secretly think they're false images. Only people dammed by choice lies can sleep in make belive surprise. You're a zombie and I'm cursed with thought. Ignorance must be bliss for you rotton lot.