To what end does truth serve truthers?
Do what then, ya “truth means proof”ers?
Turn tide, alas? restore? recast?
Reach democracy’s post-credits scene
Forewarn, and fast,
Just whom? The cast?
They massed and crafty
Way past all ham and holler
4chan patsys,
So forth, you can be
Much less than empty
Mind un-messed
Less press and low-feeds
Assess y’own needs
Decompress, atone, grieve
gets heavy, sow deeds.
and
Know thee, this show be
all that ‘one can’t say’
“ ‘Want’ don’t get, see?”
And “You don’t know me”
gangway
Standby
On-line
Who shouting?
“And what of one day
at joint-base Falcon?”
Numb, some unnamed.
sane ends frayed, allah praised, the airwaves
Ripple in-effect of that which should not be, made.
Matrices disrupted, mortared improbably
Cook-off cost incalculable,
caught by seismology,
Camera commissioned marines
ammo-dump, something routine-
No apology.