Temptress sirens wail
Waking him to swat team scatterguns
and cocksure threats tearing him from a loopy dream to the next bad nightmare from those that aren't in on the joke
Cops with pig masks
riot shields
and fluffy pink tutus shout their orders with a mega phony disdain:
'Come out with your hands up
This is a charade! '
But Stevie doesn't care and he lays it down like this:
'Your Inquisition played position with dereliction betraying mass prediction of benediction for strict imposition despite denied requisition?
It's diction fiction dictated but not related sent belated crass criticisms missing witticism no sense nonsense not asking for your two cents...
Truth is subjectivity begetting activity in spite of monstrosity metro city false fecundity and interest only in private property leads belief in little relief just puppetry for masters blinding from the true disasters.'
They don't want to hear it and tackle him to the ground anyway...
as we've established when have they ever been in on any joke
except perhaps the joke we call nations?
But this is all just part of his plan to find his brother
Dog because Stevie always gets the last laugh.
Charles Darkly
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-stevie-who-is-always-changing-his-name/
