The Great Satire

It’s all bad times isn’t it?

Nobody remembers the drinks and jokes and fucks and smokes or joyrides that lead to

The Disaster?

It’s all daylight savings-

Send that shit to the bank and see what you get back.

See no evil

Speak no evil

Hear the frequency programming.

It’s all a giant joke for the little people.

For you and me-

For he and her and Z and zen and zoom and zeido-

For the witches and warlocks in shackles of anciently evolved media-

Beasts bounding through time and time after time we fall for the rhyme missing the point which is the part of the knife that hurts the most-

The part of truth that means the most-

Meaning closest to death- This death and that-

We’re at a crossroads-

A load of shit or a ton of agony?

One will melt and smell of filth eternally/the other will weigh forever-

Either way we pave our path with pattern-

Scars are reminders of faults-

But blindness is permanent damage-

But at least we won’t see the scars, eh?

It’s all a joke-

Badly timed but just in time for The Great Satire.