parasites gorge on lies and rumor
filling their sacks with loot
nurturing their deadly offspring
these violent well-dressed brutes
meaning is but casualty
before their rapine voracity
say goodbye to your property
only one direction counts for thievery:
Punching down is duty-free
in shadows of O! Fortuna
those bellows of the gods
Wealth is gonna rope-a-dope
the Graduate, not Harold and Maude
these misanthropic homogeneous
selfish greedy blobs
care nothing for our planet
not life nor love or dogs
undiminished brightness
as the surface of a star
new nebulae infolding
like the last call at a bar
the cat's erratic and graves are dancing
Lydia's the noblest dog by far
she really likes to go for walks
and ride around in cars
abyssal switch this little snitch
she stole the music and twisted it
she proudly lies to ingratiate
herself with those she knows she hates
greed and sloth are her favorite vices
watch her when the weather ices
like a jackknifing semi trailer rig
she's careening, dangerous and big
Thursday, April 14, 2022
Baby Wrong
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