Pied Died --

at the Age of Obvious to a Three-Year-Old

"All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
Praise him."
-- a romanticist of faith

"Plus praise 'him' for the toilet brush --
not to mention intelligently designed
-- a Realist of Reason


I hate all things that spring up after rain,
like spring or rhymesters singing spring has sprung,
nor praise I one small fallen finch's pain
or glory in a dappled dried cow dung.
Yet loathe I all things counter, all things strange,
all things original, and all things spare,
from horses plowed till dying from the mange
to infant care to biowarfare ware.
A rainbow trout on hook I straight protest,
malignant moles and freckles full despise,
the fatal chestnut allergen detest
and sprung "sprung rhythms" smoothly satirize --
since who knows how to best end writer's block
but "he" whose manly beauty dead things mock.


a dedication of Respect
the Pain of countless conscious,
feeling beings
dead --
in addition to dying --

a revolving helios sonnet shakespearean satire menippean on
the common, sentimental, ignorant belief in
"supernatural" Superdaddy

march, 2023 -- yet still arriving with each pied spring
(aside from hope eterne)
a low estimation of 10 quintillion
Written by Jordan (D.O.C.)
Author's Note
Brain, Reason, Facts, Truths, Wisdom, Ethics, Preventionism, Efilism, Antinatalism
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