Stuff Seen Suddenly Scammed by Scramble-eyed Subterrainians With Nary A Shred of Shoe'Soap

 
 
 
 
un der              a   smokescreen  
                               of hookah haze,  
the plot  
            is most (& rather) clear.  
This year  
will be  
a year         of self'indulged  
yearning  
                of all our peers who favor train-robbing  
                    to an honest, amerikan buck.  
 
                    Things                 don't even have to be  
                                                       that crude  
                      in the wrong light and sorrowful nights.  
 
The blue'chip demon will never believe that we cried  
       so hard, we peed our pants and soiled our garb.  
We had to  
               be careful  
                               when the lavender fascists were  
                pruning the forest, lopping off the limbs  
        of things for no settled pur'pose.  
 
Ye may as well not consider this a poem, however it will  
           always be a poem, in likely-hood, or not, of,  
                 whatever comes down this rutted-road  
                   super'highway, delivering  
               great goods and services to the deserving,  
         whether deserved or not.------ in  
                     The Greater Scheme of Things  
 
 
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