A Truncated & Trumped Trunk

Seth H. Monroe




The time has come to disregard indifference.

We could give or leave a shit whether or not ye all succumb.

Masses are dumb and that’s why a lot of people go them.

An enigmatic fellow is said to possess the Master Plan written on the bottom of a hair-trigger bellows.

Nature can no longer facilitate our needs without subsidy.

There is no more shelter or soup.

Tranquil souls will promptly be swept away.

In one fell swoop we shall spend our retirements on the stoop.

Songs will from now on trail off and shaves will be closer.

Those assigned with contrition will most certainly lack nutrition.

Eris judges not one’s errors.

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