The answer may be that its Friday 13th, but the
sway of Trumpisims in this morning’s News out
weighs any somethings-awry belief; for sure its
generic t’ his truly’s pompous-puffery, or which
ever view you allow thru the screens of inanity -
but there’s less veracity and more egomaniacal
deceit than a delusionary version of who’s view
really has elements of substance that is matter
But then I don’t prescribe to the Trump version
of braille-Media-conspired witchcraft tweets, in
a macabre sense I walk with feet attached to a
gravitational reality I don’t need imagine paid a
grandiloquent homage f’ my existence, where-
as he’s needed to feed that plot to even exist
© 13 July 2018, I. D. Carswell
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