Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Mussolini's Hiss

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 audience to be his.

So curious have I become of his muck,
its mockery of itself as knowledges
personified, only to be nullified as
the piggery smell of pork's hubris---
I give him my audience to be all his.

He accepts, I walk to the bus stop,
he to the spotlight-struck stage of
applause and ... I'm so bad, it is
not that sad, he only wants to puree
our passions, that work ethos of his.

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