THING THAT
smoke, mirrors,
you have a thing
that falsifies
add on some wheels
bulld up
some steam can
subjugate the world
with ease
bluff, and distraction
what need
blades or bullets?
demolishing the truth
a right that that we see
we agree
can only be construed
as completely God-given
the smoke, all the mirrors
as Holy as can be
OMELETTE
“you egg!”
Macbeth,
Act 4, Scene2
make for
bizarre bedfellows
lead to
crazy places
they definitely do
Darwin
to the jackboot
merry old Malthus
to the electric fence
dingy ripped
and ravaged
upon the ocean
propaganda as truth
set up in best
civllized dress
but slice and dice
whichever way you cut it
there is just too much egg;
today too many eggs
which are
not to preferred taste
being of the wrong shape
and size and
State-approved colour
hence the forever
Napoleonic solution
of
military omelette
poems 2 die for