All we get are the coffee grinds
the mighty converge in golden dimensions
lapping on champagne and spooning caviar
forging a new world for the benefit of all
charades for fools and the scribbling bloodsuckers
fantasizing
vomiting streams of foulness
to be lapped up by deceived optimists
applauded from the blackrobed rotunda
let it be known he died not 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
no room for the weak
Hail statistical efficiency
new breakthroughs
new hopes
a new world
a new man
self glorification at such a cheap price
the infinite birthday party drags
with infinite toasts to the
snappy suited apostles of shit
Robert K. Stephen
