At the Bronx ZooThe cobras unlock their jaws into safety pins // Pick
Open the locks of their terrariums & escape.
The penguins throw // Student loans at women with Prada purses.
So upset the thought // Of happiness existing anywhere seems insulting.
The albino rhinoceros pushes // Open the gates of his captivity.
How he dreamt of a road trip & camping in Yosemite.
To walk in the valley & let waterfalls empty their bladders into his mouth.
The ram rams open // The gates of his enclosure too.
The apricot parrot // Sings the same song of struggle.
Anti-capitalism means // The rich can no longer // Control us with their laws.
This whole fucking zoo will burst like a // Molotov cocktail
Once the parrot sets flame to the aviary &
Then a fly flies // Onto the spine of a gazelle // A gazelle
Who’s lighting a blunt while // Resting her hip against the ice cream stand &
The alligators are starting to pour margaritas.
Alligators used to be enemies with the gazelle // But now they’re together.
They hijack the stereo & start dancing to Selena’s
“Bidi Bidi Bom Bom.”
The pigs // A most anxious of animals // Stay locked inside.
The pigs are feeling their badges // Hiding in mud & waiting for the uproar
Here come the wisps of tranquilizer darts // Humans pushing giraffes whose
Necks are craned in the shape of a // McDonald’s arch &
Now we’re at the juncture where everyone suspends // we mustn’t
fold back to corn meals from the trough.
I’m dashing to freedom // My cheetah crop-top // Turns me into a cheetah.
My legs are pixelated in quick motion // Catch me
If you can!