The Horsefly
Flick of the wrist easy
A change in vowels
(not the vows@ Oh my god)
the truth any truth
old truth it was told
conveniently
and everyone was on their merry way
So what?
-The bugger-
What a posh bastard!
He fibbed a little
Eh
But not you to worry
He is
the news man
Or just a man.
and where do we draw the line between
fact and fiction
So hard to know
Just give a little chuckle
for the kids
for the ponies
and make embellishments here and there.
After all there’s a job to be done!
Hayyaaaa!!!
All these things, artifice
Oh and such petty
oh petty little things
these petty and so trite
cliches
the news day
went
without
a hitch
and no one the wiser
The chaos///
in theory...
is not a global phenomenon.
It lives in the day to day.
To lend a hand can sometimes be
the brush from a single wing
that precipitates
a helpful hurricane
So to say
The devil
is in
the details
Among
my greatest regrets
are the smallest of slights
they betray the latent demon
that I so wholeheartedly
cannot
for the life of me
condemn
It is that
where I am wicked
And so...
Sam was a friend of mine
and it was just a little easier to join in.
I could have said
“lay off” or “fuck you”
but the bandwagon was low hanging fruit
naturally I splurged
--and all the while everyone is crying desperately for the cherished moments with their mother or father
or lamenting the time not spent.--
So that no one had anything to say when two good kids were brought down
where misery courts company.
There are snowballs
and dominos
that explain all this
how the inhumane is
the most distinctly human
Do we question it? (no maybe)
when these slight transgressions are like grains of sand?
Under the
giant fucking boulder that is life.
Only I suppose, as they can become mountains