Let’s Get Angry and Call it Like it is. Inflame inflame! There is not enough Fire in the game, Or teeth in the trough. Stoke, stoke! The peace of your pieces; Shake from the smoke, Sparks to the breezes. Whip, whip! Agenda from embers; Dare in the dip, To sip on the the cinders. Burn,…
Thus ends the age of exploration Now Rules of Grammar and stuffy constants constrain Fixed and steady, RIGID and arbitrary While whipped on a whippet of wind, Deserted, rejected, injected and binned, Age turns the skin inside out And indoors retreated, energy sapped by drought, Deflated, negated, A simple progression fated comes about, This mortal…