I get up.
Analog in.
Put on my facebook uniform
my “let me see. . .”
which hat to wear today,
–I choose
berate.
KnocKing knee socks flat, I
polish my visage. . .
adjusting merit badges
–pluck out creepy guy
exhibit A,
and request
less creepy guy
exhibit B. . .
I show & tell
–judge & scoff–
around gas-powered fire
where the mean are mainly
well-connected, but otherwise
unremarkable
–oh if that last part were only true, it’s in rhetoric
(code to the mean)
their doltish qualities reveal themselves–
again and again
–a visual
(and sometimes audible!)
tinnitus from which the
entire troop suffers.
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