Ode to Stanley Kubrick

In a nation of full metal jackets,

we’ve lost ourselves in an odyssey.

Guided by artificial intelligence

and held together like clockwork.


We believe we’re in the shining

of a bright light and it’s keeping our eyes

wide shut.

Fooled by a man who believes himself a savior.


He stands and claims to be Spartacus,

but everyone just sees red rum on his forehead.

He may seem as innocent as Lolita

but we can’t ignore this terrible situation.


Like a killer’s kiss,

we slowly die as you appear kind.

Thank god you’re not with us Stanley.

Because you would only die again.


Who would’ve thought after your lifetime

we would elect Dr. Strangelove.


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