POST 127


a pig dressed in sheep clothing.
no, wait, it's a wolf.
yup, a wolf dressed as a pig
dressed in sheep clothing.

clever fellow, that wolf.
would  never have guessed
that pig a wolf, had not
the pig opened its mouth,
showing us it's wolf teeth.

something stinks: is it pig, wolf or sheep?
no, dumbass, it's the poem!






don't make me come over there, she said!
of course he did and she did what
he knew she'd do, when  he
made her come over there;

giving him the thrashing 
in her unique way of doing so.
a thrashing he so much enjoyed
from her that did he so. 


conspiracy buffs are everywhere.
oh, we so do love our conspiracies.
subtlety, never a problem for
all those conspiracy folks.

and there are actually parties
devoted, unwavering fans
gathering up to discuss ongoing
conspiracies, or dream up new ones.
get that rumor mill rolling.


some psychosomatic psychobabble
for those with everything and,
at the same time, nothing.

and for supper, we'll turn that
psychobabble into soup;
feed the masses stinking up
society with all that psychosomatic 

bull-crap on roller skaktes
while viewing another episode
of spit and spiders unlimited. 



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