And we so loved
the children
that gladly
we sacrificed them
to Tlaloc
that old heathen
sovereign of the storm
lest the NOAA
be thought
woke and wasteful
Golf must be played
afterall

War
is a weak man's
perception of power

Data are our commodity
Data are our prize and prison
Data are our salvation and tyranny
Data are the reflections
The great mathemagicians
all seem to
Lose their ****
The closer they are to
Universal understanding
Implies a biversal triversal quadraversal
Melange
Data clarity breeds madness nearer
The Singularity
Kaczynski the bibomber tribomber
Dreaded qudrabomber
In orange
The spice is the worm
The worm is the spice
****** Space Jesus over here

Really got no words for that hateful blonde *****
Hope the kid is ok though

Do I ride that wave
Am I prism cut
Some bend of puce grey
A splintered chanterelle ray
I dunno Bobbio
All those online tests sure sayso
But I have yet to be
Neuromanced and diagnosed
So who can really sayso
You I suppose
Tell me
Is the ghost of your
Daddio all arodeo
In his brothers grave
At the thought of you
Is he rather glad
To be dead instead
Under that eternal flame
I got a degree
I got a PhD
I got a job
(for now)
I pay my taxes
All the papers sayso
Anyhow
Is this a poem
How the **** would I know

Death to
the fascist
the dictator
the oligarch
May they meet their end
grisly and flayed
flesh rent from bone
at the edge
of a rusty dull blade
Their countenance tested
measured and weighed
against a gravel road grade

History is not a warm blanket
it is the carpet hiding the bodies
unfurled
reality cold
It can inspire
but it should mostly terrify
as we are sometimes inspirational
but mostly terrifying
creatures
So
look not away child
lock the **** in and
behold the horror
the horror