Troubles Transcendental
Somewhere over the Rainbow in Proximity to the Castles in the Air
"A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king,
and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm."
-- an unintelligent designer
* * *
Why, Judge! What are you suckin' on here now?
The cabin but a muck o' scribblin' fond!
If it be yet again your sacred cow,
this instant shall I drain that silly pond!
Your cow does nothin', Judge, but chew on grass --
which generates a mass o' gas an' dung --
which generates a mass o' grass an' gas --
which generates your mess o' pickled tongue --
your fishies hooked an' cooked this afternoon --
your froggies fried -- your rubber ducky meat --
your supper slops o' bourbon-grazed raccoon --
an' all your hogwash Nature's worms excrete!
So cut the crap, git back to town, an' vote!
Then head on home an' slit the piggy's throat!
* * *
a dedication of Respect
for
the adult of Reason --
in addition to the Reality of nature
a revolving helios sonnet shakespearean satire menippean on
the popular ideology of romanticism --
still food for worms
march, 2023 -- yet each "transcendence" but going up in smoke
a phenomenon known as
"gas"
Copyright © James Starkey Iii | Year Posted 2023
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