a load of crap
This is not political.
I will not speak
ill of the dead
behind the eyes.
Their intelligence
seeps from their
ears.
Minds blur with
passive acceptance of
a coming disaster
nearing completion.
Greenland’s not for
sale. It’s melting,
and no orange
cheddar man,
melting his words,
will refreeze
the land.
Holes created
making Swiss cheese
of the perma,
but men like
Mr. Cheddar
try to clusterfuck
meaning.
Most fall for
their cheesy oily
speculations.
Oily slicks that
cover the truth
of existence.
Bad rivers flow.
“Rest your head,
You worry too much,
It’s going to be alright.”
Lyrics by Kate bush and Peter Gabriel- Don't give up from Kate's album Hound's of love
image made in GROK AI from prompt written by author
I liked the ending stanza. It felt like a great way to cap off the piece. Felt like I was in your head.
Effective ambiguity of your irony, which you manifest in your poem. We are all politicians, said the ancient Greek philosopher. Unfortunately, it seems that we are still cornered by garbage. Greetings, @patar-star.
Well, I certainly the understand why the picture is what it is, and I'll mention it out, certain people will make crap appear aesthetic, but it's not. 🙃
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