01 Aug 2017 – Midnight at the Asylum
Explosive outburst. Dyspeptic dispatch.
Meteoric turd-toss tweet-storm showers.
The dancing monkeys eager for each batch,
waiting up to eat at godless hours.
What sort of secret message do they hear?
Just like playing Beatles albums backwards,
someone’s getting something, and I fear
to know what’s underneath these dark black words.