So serious, my ass, and stage-struck.
What a Zen conundrum to neuroscience.
Whatever pisses off the bigot is given,
if we are to agree bigotry is bigamy of
wanting all’s eyes on one’s fit-all penis.
So curious have I become of their muck,
the mockery of themselves as Knowledges
personified, only to be nullified as pork
chicharrónes with a clear piggery smell—
I gave them my audience to be all theirs.
They accepted. I walked to the bus stop,
they to the spotlight-struck dais polluted
with applause . . . I’m so bad, it was not
that sad, they only want to puree our raw
passions for some neoliberal work ethe.
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