"Parallelogrampire"
Pale cerulean this tense July
Fun mortality blossoms;
Riddlethwarts destroy
As debris counts the lessons.
Bicentennicide swift and clean
Mellows in the hell-machine.
No one saw where assassins waltzed;
Outlines stand or they seem to.
Pickpockets say it's all our faults--
Xmas lights on the lean-to.
Bicentennicide's Potemkin vibe,
Hoedown for a toxic tribe.
Fireworks and AI-targeted drones
Dance in the heads of vatniks.
Doctor's verdict spills on stones
Dealwise necromantic,
And manly bicentennicide
Mogs the day the music died.
