Friday, July 31, 2026

Cloacal Elucubrations in Ablations of Aporia

We were so in love and our dreams were so big
We turned an old packing house into a soundstage

Celebrated with Champagne and raw
Dolphin-safe tuna, all you can eat

But Truth found other careers
As well as moisturizing routines

Film shoot days are down
From chains to valet parking

Pointing to die back sugared
With sprinkles of ideological luxury

The only way our work will be seen
Is to murder a celebrity

Or kidnap their mother
And demand a queen’s ransom

Pilgrims gather
Talks teeter.



1 comment:

Randy Stark said...

Basically what the title translates to is “Blowing it out my ass.”