Single Pole Double Throw

Tell me the story I'm telling you truly

Flip off the gory and flip on the newly

Created confection and seasoned amuser

A sugar defection and laughing accuser

A loss of position a dearth of ambition

A failing recission to crumble the mission

To throw all the poles and deflate the ambitions

Of snowbears and trolls and of verbal precision.

Tell me the story I'm telling you lightly

A long-faded glory that burns me so slightly

A fool and a tool and a cruel commander

Of sick pigs in slick wigs who bluster and pander

To weary and brain-wrecked, the victims of poison

A hollowed out cranium, space to pour noise in

So hungry for truth but so starved for attention

And longing for beauty but blind by invention.

The story is over, the truth has been thrown

The eggs are all scrambled, the lawn has been mown,

There's blood on the clover, the blood of the just.

Our hopes are all slaughtered, they moisten the dust

While our veins filled with slime from tyrant of grime,

Our eyes soaked in chaos, corruption and crime.

The story is over, and yet it goes on

Like most "over" things, stretching out with a yawn

To draw all things so thin that they cannot be drawn

Till the ultimate entropy swallows the dawn.

And nothing is everything, everywhere's nowhere

Bleak is the new black, void full of vaccuums,

The switches have all been consigned to the fire

Since the stakes got too high but potatoes got higher.

And zero times zero plus zero is zero.

And zero and zero and zero and zero.

I like stories.