Much Ado, a Nihil Brew
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In the war of words, tongues wag,
Wit and jest, lies and insults, haggle for traction,
joining the ragtag rabble of riffraff chaff
blowing in the wind, littering the ground with trash.
Rumors spun, deceptions woven into a shroud of deceit.
There's so much ado, no adieu, nor regret
in the cauldron of a nihil brew
boiled to an amorphous spew
bubbling chaotic nonsense
to ears deaf dumb and numb
turned to mute,
with noise dampener
set to distraction.
Tres, duo, unus, Nihil!
Copyright © John Anderson | Year Posted 2024
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