Soured

 

Sociopath usurpers rise to the top
Floating above mere human resources:
Doubtful cream of a churned and churning crop
Soulless spawn of data-driven forces.

I long to see them finally confounded;
I’ll laugh as they leap from towering losses
Their assets seized, liquefied, impounded . . .
May God repay our sociopath bosses!

 

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PROMPT #22: use an idiomatic phrase as the jumping-off point for your poem.

(The cream of the crop…)

 

Estrofas Duchampescas

Para recoger las horas perdidas
hay que coger las zorras perdidas . . .

 

In order to re-cog the wheels of loss
one must make hay in the azores of loss . . .

 

 

PROMPT #21:
Find a poem in another language,
and perform a “homophonic translation” on it,
which means to try to translate the poem
simply based on how it sounds.