we begin___

on the dusty trail,
or was it the long, hard road?
where we met an old fellow in a worn jean jacket, right?
or was it a young lass in a brilliant yellow sun dress?
and he/she said…

we’ll never know for sure
what the hell was actually said
since we didn’t come here for facts or truth
or anything resembling real reality
with its oh so chewy truthiness—
these days a good tale will do, right!?

just make sure you capture our emo-o-otions,
heartfelt: soaked blood-red with hard-fought true dat-a-tat-tat,
and match our madness, ALL THE MADNESS!

the age of waist-deep fly-ridden horseshit
is well underway and the marketing guru
will have you follow his lead
to its illogical end: buy that shit now
for a limited time low price!

the politico, at the podium clamoring
for all that is just, right and american
will have you follow his lead
to its illogical end: vote for him now
for what once was will surely be again!

then is now and now can be then again!?
today shall be yesterday and tomorrow will be better than today… maybe!?
everything will be all right, we’ll figure it out, our ideas are better than theirs!
believe me — trust me — have faith in my righteous indignation!

meanwhile the flies continue
with the endless work of egg-laying,
their most honest work after all,
upon the waist-deep and gradually
growing shit heap

those maggots,
they’ll be hatching soon…

just today I walked a couple hundred yards to a gas station for coffee,
the road was neither hard, nor particularly long, but my 20 oz. plastic
coffee cup boasted of how its beans were hand-selected with care,
expertly roasted and… WAITGAS. STATION. COFFEE.

more horseshit.

those maggots,
they’ll be the overlords soon,
believe me.

an ending, one of many possible endings,
hopefully a bit more aware of all the shit
and the flies’ ceaseless buzzing…

___we end.