Ink Tea Stone Leaf

Conflating faces,
giggling, clapping
hands and scribbling
situations,
dressing actors
up, like dolls,
and making little
kissy noises,
playing doctor,
diagnosis:
same as me,
I'm represented
(take my money),
kinks and squees
and innocence
and cinnamon
and puritans,
and everything
is calibrated
nicely, set
to my specific
Scoville rating
(half as hot as
jalapeño),
vetted, deemed
unproblematic,
well-informed
by modern pop
psychology,
a parrot's speech,
a popinjay
with all his favorite
words in one
vertical clip,
a sassy little
bit of cheek,
a nonconformist
à la mode
(so take my money)
up to date
on every latest,
dankest meme,
the tropes succinctly
summarized,
the scripts obscenely
sanitized 
for kids and cleansed
of sex and chaos,
lol
community
and shibboleth,
astrology
for Ptolemy
and xenophobes
for cultural
appropriation,
unlearned, untutored,
easily 
impressed (so take
my money, please),
the recommended 
reading list
is amateur,
it's mac and cheese
for gentle tummies:
sticky, warm,
and done before.