“Put not off your Cloths in the presence of Others, nor go out your Chamber half Dressed.” G. Washington.
Let’s not staccato punch the words
into playdoh meaning God knows what,
I mean, God does know, right? but how
will anyone else, when you keep twisting
words & rules like my arm, with its bruises
below the surface that rise up so slow
any meaning is faded away by the time
they surface. At least they are modest
bruises, not flashy or loud. Easy enough
to throw down some sort of bang snaps
to sidetrack people almost paying mind
to what’s going on, like the naked women
in the 60s soda ads. Hey, Lady Godiva!
We’re watching you! Is that what it means
to be transparent? Stuttering pop-its
might have tipped the wink to the imperial
wardrobe that wasn’t, but is anyone catching on
that your badass imperative is all about
bots that shout shut it down, shut it off,
shut it up; smack down certainty and
filibuster the fist. Yeah, we got this.