truth possesses no iota of doubts
striking reasoning hotly they flee in raw
gutting lacerations
the Crudités Platters in biting vinegar
are uncaged
bearing chained bludgeons to sour palette
crude uncouth smashing down
riveting tasteful
as the masked dunces reads seventeen
but views a hundred and
eighty-nine stars
exposing the hereditary senseless of the
craven luddites
broken minds in broken spree spreading
satin sheets over the Pacific
to walk to freedom
hahaha hahaha hahaha lets laugh in empathy
they know no better
except the gleaming porcelain tiles on the floor
they were made
and on which they crawl
the poltroon soldiers of the blind platoons
of new age mice in rat-race race war