You take out one brick,
Replace it with books.
Take out a few bricks,
Replace them with looks,
Smoldering stink-eyed
Glares from the border
Of the circular
Sick crew, churning well.
Take out the last looks,
Suspecting you’ll give
Up right about now,
But to your surprise
Find yourself ready
To take on a fight
On the books’ behalf,
The behalf of bricks,
Of anything used
To store dangerous
Intel on the world.
The world needs to know
Rather less these days
Than more. Put a brick
Back on the bookshelf.
There’ll be no ending,
Or it will be quick.
When no books are left,
Take out a fresh brick.
Friday, November 29, 2024
The Old Means of Insurrection Won’t Work
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29 Nov 24
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