Topical poetry
Poems about science, politics and society.
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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