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but aren't they all random?

Tuesday, June 09, 2020

What we keep coming to

Sylvester "Slithey" Toves, controversial
goth rights activist and author of bleak
lives matter, was pronounced
dead in the street
in absentia today, another
pathology-in-effigy performance finding
by radical outfit Can't Sell Culture,
whose antics have been serially appalling
and delighting us since their emergence
on the scene
just now

Celebrities were out in force twitting
and twatting about, signifying
as much as they could whilst
rabid pro and anti factions
of the whole culture movement
jeered and remarked piquantly,
winning plaudits each
of their own. This

Is what we've come to.
What we keep coming to,
What keeps us coming to,

Seeing what day it is
and passing out again.
We woke, slept on it
and woke again 'til

we were mostly wiped.
But still, the haunting doubt

that all of us somehow
have missed a spot

has gone from bud, to bloom,
to bees, to fruit
and fall,

still not quite ripe.

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