Brutus –
He eat meat
You eat beef?
Me beef eat!
Before we devour the pig
We must praise the chicken leg
Raise the guilt a peg
Give the lure a jig
Say alleluia
up up and away!
The green grass becomes the pearl
in the meat for the paraclete
While Paracletes
Tramples on our genes
A bumsticker, a snoot
that pays the fudge with a tickle
while the downed bosom leaks
and swoons
It wears in the world woolly green
And numb, leeches
Soft infancy
While it yells “give me something
to gnaw on!”
For the generations thousands of years into the future, this is not a coded message for you. This is a coded message FROM you! Let him who has ears listen to the flatulence that brings no relief. The fake news being fake news is a fake of reality. Because news is a process. It’s like bitching at the bobber because the fish won’t take your worm. “Gahdangit! Doesn’t that damn fish know its place?”