Witness the witless swimming in the driest wetness.
sinking in solid ground, making the loudest silent sound,
master of mundane wearing hats to make hate great again,
artists who perform the opposite of the art form attempting to reform that which needs no rebirth just the freedom to grow in whatever direction the art has earned,
metaphors of madness thinning to fatness, as I slurp up all the sick stuff humanity has been brewing.