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"But our present rapacious ruling class does have a couple of tools available to them which past ages had not."

in this small toe of mecha
marches played on the harp
keep us in step
& far from any taste of polka

in this slight poison garden
only the hues enmesh
none journeys harsh
in search of breaking Armageddon

in this svelte shrapnel'd corner
in fash'nable ways get sick
the sky's great fork
jabs at now & then some winner

as altarwise we clench the work

Siege by sun-dried minions.

"But shall this crazed old man be tamely suffered to drag a whole ship’s company down to doom with him?" —@mobydickatsea.bsky.social

Anglo Gracias.