Saturday, August 7, 2021

They Seek Him...

They seek him here. They seek him there.
They seek the elusive Shmophid everywhere.
They want him rated but he cannot be isolated.
Perhaps he's been castrated yet...his willy cannot be located.
His numbers are significantly inflated.
His variants dusted off and rotated.
An illusionary bomb, fed to the masses and detonated.
This is a terrible poem. The writer should be berated...but she hopes the reader will be liberated from the dreadful outcome that is fated.