Must
I
daily
dip my lips
in a boiling vat
of poisonous lies as I swear
allegiance to these egomaniac psychopaths?
But O! Treacherous brain! Weary of political insanity, I long to flee………
Inevitably as the new day dawns I peel away the acrid flesh, re-painting a veneer crooked as the pretenses they espouse…..
∞
Wow. You are wondering what bee got into my bonnet? Don’t you ever feel the same way but just cannot express it? We say we have free speech, but you and I know that we do not in some areas of our lives. At least not without severe consequences. I feel like much of my life is lived as an abused fish in a very small, dirty fishbowl. I definitely needed a poetic laxative 🙂 and this, er, spilled out as a Fibonacci. I have never created a Fib out to 34 syllables, so this is a first for me. It was rife with technical goof ups, but in the end says what I meant it to relate.
Fibonacci: popularized in 2006 by poet Greg Pincus, who used the Fibonacci sequence as lines in a poem. The fib sequence uses the prior 2 numbers to create the next number: 0/ 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34.