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Cover Your Ass

No room for understanding
this, that or will be.
Explaining sense demanding.
Pulling a cup out of the tea.

It can’t be done on orders.
Democracy’s too broad.
Any old or new borders
depends on the loudest hoard.

Forget about grammar
Who said what’s up front
wins the day like a Tartar
Be saucy yet be blunt.

When least suspect yield
Flatten out and play dead.
Corpses don’t congeal.
We’re necroes to be led.

Unless worrying about spies
Villains wearing our guts.
Stoles with innocent eyes
Fox heads covering butts.

Inclined toward conspicuous consumption
Why cover the ass?
Moon blue over horizon.
Baboons laugh and pass.

Published in Poetry