All we get are the coffee grinds
The mighty converge in golden dimensions
crouched behind Cornish hens and brut
forging the new world for the exclusive benefit of all
charades for fools and the scribbling bloodsuckers
fantasizing
vomiting steams of foulness
the be lapped up ignorant optimists
applauded from the blackrobed rotunda
let it be known he did not die in vain
but let it wait if it must
there is a better world beyond
no rush here
chapter and verse are cheap
let no new Sheppards arise
lest they upset the flock
or the Index
Rules of Production
need not be disturbed
Red or White
you know it never changes
raise rise peak
new breakthroughs
new hopes
a new world
a new man
self glorification at a cheap price
the infinite birthday party drags on
with infinite toasts to the
snappy suited apostles of shit
Robert K. Stephen
