Thursday, 28 May 2020

Ooze, schmooze, ruse

Can you see it?
the stochastic ooze?

Alas, not my bleeding head
as I lambaste the wall.

No.

It's their lies,
and the void into which they schmooze;
grey matter no sponge
for the willing.

The noise;
the bluster;
merely a ruse.





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