CHAOS THEORY

If the butterfly on this shirt
lifted off the fabric

it’d fuck every butterfly
within a mile in the next
fifteen minutes.

something like that.
You’d better believe it.

Studs for a stud. That’s
cancer growing under
his chin. Bullshit
growing above his lip.

Don’t fuck with the butterfly,
man. Yeah. He’s fattening

it up. Tough mother-fucking
butterfly. Its wings flutter

and all the bricks
come tumbling down.