the lines are infectious
now the whole world is at a standstill
the little one tested positive
waiting on a number to be called
to mask or not to mask
that has become the question
bad actors reciting shakespeare
contradicting the next conspiracy
there are so many open seats
at this year’s final table
be prepared to answer yes or no
when they call your number
february two thousand twenty-two
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it’s a balancing act
most people take for granted
like riding a bicycle
or reciting the pledge of allegiance
invisible forces
come & go like visible drive-bys
bullets replaced by microwaves
locked & loaded & fired
victims incapacitated
by way of an inner blasting
that is nearly indiscernible
conspiracy theories
run rampant around the west wing
the latest front line without a guard post
a virtual war zone
the enemy undefined
february two thousand twenty-two
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this isn’t happening
we’re all just living inside
a stephen king novel
who needs conspiracies
when you’ve got bats
mating with humans
creating the genesis of a
multi-generational super race
later known to be called
the delta dominant
the vaccinated are like
workers bees
bowing to their queen
promising to keep the world
in working order
while the highest of the higher-ups
strategize & forever change
the end game
june two thousand twenty-one
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conspiracies run rampant
from county to county
traveling at the speed of fedex
via air or ground
press any button
what will it be this time
panic or easy or nuclear
going up up up
this time all the way to mars
yes it’s the truth
that often gets blocked
from the colorful masses
and those samples stolen
when you were under
are causing more harm than good
in everyone else’s body
january two thousand twenty-one
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they told me to take the hush money
said they wanted me to forget
all about the aliens
I met at the tropicana
aliens I repeated
I thought they were mexicans
disguised as cubans
dropping into vegas
by way of area fifty-one
it’s a bundle they said
go ahead and count it if you like
but there’s fifty grand there
immediately I imagined
I’d never see them aliens again
then wondered
if the money was any good
november two thousand thirteen
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