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
