Saturday, December 31, 2005

Poem: Conspiracy Theory

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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