Cardboard oligarch’s
Second-born daughter kidnapped:
PLA fan out!
Roving psyop bands,
William Conqueror II’s
Neo-teenagers.
The ket–coke axis,
Mary jane–molly allies,
And plump, enfeoffed coders.
Ransomers want ten
Billion renminbi now:
ATM limit.
Beluga whale calves
Tadpoling ghost frequencies;
Flaming skyscrapers.
In banks of gold coins
Mercs swim like Scrooge McDuck through
Singularities.
Helicopter plucks
Us from rooftop to extract
Box tycoon’s daughter.
The rape of Minerva’s
Temple, soft serve of ice cream
On picnic tables.
富二代 girl wrote
Fan fiction about our rizz:
Mogged by king cobb eyes.
Helicopter drops
Fat negotiator with
Golden megaphone:
“CASH IS GOD’S LOVE BUT
WHAT MACAQUE ABDUCTS THE SEEDS
OF CARDBOARD FORTUNES?
SWOLLEN MONEY CLIPS
ARE NO APOLOGIA
FOR FAMILY RUPTURE.”
Ransomer appears
On twin holographic screens
In ruby shemagh:
“I HAVE DISORDERS
OF MY PERSONALITY
(I WAS BORN SLIPPY),
SEXUALITY
(FRIGHTFULLY HORNY THUMBS),
AND MOOD (HYPERFLAT).”
Negotiator
Wags footlong index finger,
Delivers judgement:
“YOU HAVE NO HAIRLINE,
BRAINS OR ELEPHANTINE FLUTE:
DEAD ASS OF GENE POOL.
YOUR DENTED CORTEX
WILL SUPPLY VITAMINS TO
HOUSEPLANTS.”
Wolf warrior scopes
土生葡 hostage-taker:
But where’s rich daughter?
We fan out upon
Alleys, metros, clocktowers:
Adderall sunset.
We search for China’s
Glory like the PLA promised
Domesday cookiepuss.
Oligarch daughter
Found in lost bunker trading
Milady jpegs.
When the lights go out
In an unfinished basement
And you grope your way
Up to the surface,
A hunched brainstem skeleton,
That is the real you.