To tell you all, it only takes a thimble
Of dish soap – drizzled over spuds, they’ll bear:
Sheer speed is the one upside everywhere –
Don’t simply bungle stuff, try to stay nimble.
Where lovers teem, there sneer infertile haters;
Their fist fights seem a bashful act of sex.
Bombs equal shooting stars creating craters –
The helpless just keep wishing by reflex.
Like truth and taste, or primal greed and lust
Red’s in the ballpark of your neighbors’ blue.
Yes, decency’s no mother and no must
But just another type of point of view
Since every piece of crap on heirloom earth
While trickling down has got its right by birth.
March 3, 2026
