I have this itch
I’ve been meaning to tell you about.
So yeah, it goes without saying.
The emperor’s new sandwich,
have you heard?
lapdogs of eternity.
Something moves the rain,
though it’s optional.
Peace to the unkempt and the over-bored.
Life? At this ungodly hour?
That’s what I’ve been hearing anyway,
all the gossip columns
having been toppled
by Hurricane Jeff and his trusty six-string.
Congrats on being smothered by erudition.
These pretzels are making me thirsty.