I was looking through this magazine
the other day, sitting in a dentist’s
front lobby area
waiting for my teeth to be cleaned,
and while listening to the drilling of teeth
and the suction of saliva,
I became angry as all hell
seeing pictures (in the mag) of dead fish
and dead birds on a beach’s shore after an oil spill.
My chest tight, I read the articles below the pictures
about oil pollution
in the seas and its affects on beaches
and sea life,
and I remembered an article I’d read
in the past mentioning Polar Bears
losing ability to procreate
because toxic waste
is screwing up their hormone levels.

Fish, I learned, in these polluted seas,
were being born with damaged gills,
having male and female sexual organs.

Then I thought about pharmaceutical companies
playing God
with over-the-counter and prescription drugs
that potentially
cause cancer and other deadly diseases
and harmful side affects,
which is hidden from the general public
for obvious profit reasons
and to fulfill an elite plan to control population, which seems pretty plausible to me
considering this elite had hired Hitler
to continue their Eugenic operations.

Still sitting there scanning that magazine photo

of oil-covered ducks and fish,
I pictured the human race
an experiment in an alien’s laboratory cage,
and I suddenly wanted out, to desperately wail,
scream, punch, charge my way through those UFO walls, finally touch the grass,
feel connected with the earth,
breathe the air, and just feel human again
before the whole damn ship
went up, in flames..