Instant keema

Yesterday's chip-wrapping is today's paper.
There's a lot to be said for recycling. Further,
my days taste like the reconstituted whale blubber
on my daily bread, my utterly butter.
If situation plus reaction equals power
I figure
I've dropped two soup dragons and the odd clanger.
Did I see this coming, father?
("Yes, but you were a depressed toddler.")

Tomorrow this changes. I bet Wagner
didn't lose sleep about making evil feet tap. Nietsche
may well have disowned his sister
for hooking up with a brain-hooker of Hitler
(who screwed his mind). But you can't knock a best-seller
by a two-bit philosopher.
For the last time, I have blown the Man's dangler.
I won't be able to pay the bills hereafter.
But you know something? I never
much liked paying them anyway. Deal me in, dealer.