I am Timmy's Hoe.

The big fish eats the little fish, the little fish eats the smaller fish and the smaller fish eats the single cell organism who can't eat because it has no mouth.

We will kill the big fish, the grizzly bear, the howling wolf, and the oak tree,

and when we finish our meal we'll wipe our mouth, stick our fingers down our throat, and swallow our neighbor.

then finally, once we've eaten them all we'll go to lick the bones but we'll realize we no longer have a mouth

so we'll stab our throat with a timmy-ho straw and inhale an ice-cap, while we blissfully ignore the much more significant ones melting over our heads, cursing at the brain freeze echoing between our ears not knowing which ice cap it's from.

so, day by day we'll rot away in our bean bag throwns, crowning our selves king of the castle, quietly locking away the fact that if the ocean decided to swallow us it could! and if the tectonic plates we claim as our own decided to stretch their legs, it would break ours, so next time I roll up the rim, and toss my "sorry, try again" on the pavement the only thing I'll swallow is my pride because it's about time we realize that humanity is nothing but an army of consumer whores and Timmy hoes and that it's a fucking miracle were here and when our mountain of greed and waste shadows Mt. Everest mother nature won't spank us and send us to our room for a time out, because our "sorry, try again"'s are up,

so this time when I roll up the rim, breath held in anticipation all I''m going to get is a "sorry"

by Kate W.