Today I thought about how they were always right:
I will never change the world;
for this world changes only through tick boxes and numbers
and I don’t speak tick boxes, I don’t speak numbers.

They make their boxes that way;
they make them tight enough;
no poetry can fit in.

I will never change the world. They were right.
I will never change this world.
I will never save this world. And perhaps this world
never needed saving.

I will never change the world;
but today I got this moisturizing cream
and my skin looks fucking amazing.

*For more poems by Alex Antonopoulos: http://www.alexantonopoulos.com