It is a parody of how not to behave
spoofed in wit and whimsy no less
of grave consequence, yet uttered
in bleachers sotto voce. Agonised
by tactless and antagonistic faux
vehemence, theatrical attack and
defence, the odious clichés flew fat
& thicker than spoon-fed gnat-shit.
Fledglings flexed their forae wings
in mordant mating dance of rhetoric
read with fleas for eyes; demiurge
dispensed snot half-picked of lies
and sour derisiveness – spread as
wisdom of today’s enlightenment.
© 4 June 2008, I. D. Carswell