Note the pilcrow
Don’t just change … change up
You can smell the petrichor
That good old geosmin, sweetening near the shore
Though you’re a freeborn man of the USA, they attack you as some kind of queer
Be biting your tongue for four years, less if people stand up, more if they fold
Under the fart of the deal
Insist on hypotheticals
As their evasion becomes regrettable
What date on the calendar could be more unremarkable
Than January second
She told him I like the bullshots
But no
When he did return, the mouse sent to space was fatter than when he left
Due to lack of gravity, inactivity and ingestion of brain and intestines
Vegans living in box trucks not paying rent after the pandemic
Zizians harken the Rise of the Moors
Like my old data connections in an inadvertent conspiracy
Like the figures in the lighted windows who look so small in the big house
It’s a Message to You Rudy
And Rudie Can’t Fail