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PARODIA MAIRANANA
Can’t deliver
on this wall—
you might as well install
a mountain, desert, or a river…
done and done and done!
All glory to creator,
to the moon and sun,
not some goddamn traitor
with exactly one
idea in his head:
use trickster schemes to
divide, conquer &
get ahead—
erect a snide self-reference
as if that’s real—
impermanence
is a mother and she will
strike you dead
as she strokes the abused hairs
on your tiny little head,
then whispers your spirit
into something new instead,
perhaps a cactus—
you always attacked us,
you prickly old fool!
on this wall—
you might as well install
a mountain, desert, or a river…
done and done and done!
All glory to creator,
to the moon and sun,
not some goddamn traitor
with exactly one
idea in his head:
use trickster schemes to
divide, conquer &
get ahead—
erect a snide self-reference
as if that’s real—
impermanence
is a mother and she will
strike you dead
as she strokes the abused hairs
on your tiny little head,
then whispers your spirit
into something new instead,
perhaps a cactus—
you always attacked us,
you prickly old fool!
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