The air is thin here
thin as arrowroot.
No one answers by name
strange codes exist, semantics is a weapon
and meanings are shuffled by the minute.
A square has many angles
straight lines always meet at infinity.
Talent is a taxi cab
and necrosis is contagious.
All to one end:
A lead role in a corporate pantomime.
You can be:
A fierce but lisping despot;
A mad marshmallow;
A commde
A yardstick that grows like a penis;
Or any exciting orifice that works for you;
Mother Teresa;
The Fort Knox;
Orb the holy Roman Pontiff;
A demon with his sexual organ for a mouth;
An incubator?;
Or a housefly.
Until the final curtain fall.
Then “fade to black“.
