Sotto VoceA Poem by MontagSotto
Voce Help. The
Illuminati are hiding in my
bathroom near the potty listening in on
conversations undermining our
foundations and I’m pretty sure
it’s Kamala Harris out there with a
syringe on the terrace plotting to inject in
me a microchip how perfectly the
pieces of the puzzle fit. They try to make me
think the way I oughtta but on Facebook and
on Twitter I’ve been taught a president has not
been legally elected if his opponent finds
the outcome unexpected and their despotic
geo-engineered agenda was predicted by my
next-door neighbor Brenda who knows a guy in suits at Bloomingdales who's figured out that jet exhaust and chemical trails have jeopardized our
morals and our thinking and though Brenda
says that he was winking as he spoke that may have been a
pre-determined masterstroke to throw pursuers off
the scent by signaling the
opposite of what he meant and if you say my
proof is insufficient can you establish
that it didn’t happen how I just
explained it? As I pointed out at
my arraignment: under lawful rules
of info-grifter-tainment I can don a bright
red baseball cap to tell a camera
that the earth is flat. That’s what men like
Lincoln died for it’s what the Stars and Stripes provide for. My voice will not be whispered anymore. © 2024 MontagReviews
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