Karmageddon
Even the innocent will rejoice.
Not because of dead fish belly
up In the river lay-by where they
almost learned to swim between
excrement releases from the
overflowing septic tanks due to
detergents prohibiting bacteria
disintegrating untreated faeces.
Not because their linen sheets
got flecked with particles of red
dust which was supposedly last
time attributed to a desert storm
in the Sahara transported by the
Sirocco then relayed to La Mistral
and eventually becoming alias before
making a landfall on their island coast.
Not because of a cumulus congestus
which replaced nimbus casting a dark
shadow on their glasshouses where
unripened tomatoes would have to
be fried green without the wild Paris
mushrooms which are impossible to
distinguish from blackberries growing
in hedgerows by the roadsides.
The innocent will rejoice because
despite they being the common
denominator to a pyrrhic solution
the final equation will end with a
mere = an aspiration of majorities
which had gone unheeded by all
of those who had been manipulating
figures on the hypothenuse square to
deceive those of their lesser neighbours.
