Monday, March 24


Growing softer, softly growing;
Writhing serpent, never slowing
Its demented drive,
Aspiring to cryptic aspersions.
This menace
Dissembles lunacy,
Foments mutiny,
Evades all scrutiny.

Manifested as a flash of fiery ash—
Mendacious mocking, bomb tick-tocking,
Garnering compensation
From cruelty.
It’s been inside of you,
All this time.

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