Conspiracy Theory
There's a conspiracy in his cerebral cortex
Our friend is trapped in the middle
Caught on the barnacled reef
Of his skirmishing selves
He swings at the circle of gnashing teeth
His oars are chomped down to the stub
He sends mass prayers
To all the known deities
Up to and including old God himself
who remains characteristically silent.
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