Must See
he was all over the map
here, there
every place I wanted to be
and was
and I know
(but won’t)
how our paths crossed stars
–Plexiglass aside
the be point
was a straight shot,
see,
–and curve of wobbly wheels
rutted circles,
‘kay,
but cart’s behind
equine now
–oh!
and novel approach–
more Thomas Guide. . .
You’re Quillin’ Me
Gwynn penned
–black on white
stone hearts
pledging like
penguins
do this, too
rock salute
–love you
do.
Generally Recognized As Population Control
duck-duck-goose
we’re It!
from fatted liver,
to corn-fed calf,
the Doppelganger of prodigal Son,
–we’re not the bad guys!
(and we’re not coming back)
due to irony barring access
to varied
Garden surrounding
our country’s “father”
who doesn’t grow GMO
BTW,
–he only sells its fertilizer
in greener GRAS
hemming dirty
White House
—survival of the phattest–
talking ‘bout my
bio-genetic-modified-ration.
the one they’re trying to put down
>^^<
(th^y)
generously conferring
guinea pig state
(us)
–since tumors were discovered on lab rats, after all
c’mahhn!
not guinea pigs, and that’s
a whole different animal.
The kind
cats kill-
a point they’d like buried
—or at least supplanted–
like so many Company-owned GMO seeds,
16 hectares, and whaddya get
destined for
side effect growth
future
foe GRAS
–and generation of
controlled subjects…