POEM VIII: “The Simpsons”

Freezing time was the original sin.
Perpetually stilled at eight and ten, Bart and Lisa will never leave the classroom;
Homer, perpetually balding, will never be bald.

And the entire town of Springfield
locked in their yellow orbits
are more like a solar system
than a living organism.

It’s as close to a vision of hell
as I care to get
during primetime.
And it’s been going on now for a quarter of a century.

Please, someone kill the Simpsons
or unlock this trap they live in
and let them age and die
like the rest of us
who have the painful good luck
to be born mortal.

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