Tag: the five-minute poem

Less than zero: Revised, sharply downward.

Any number you can think of, revised.

Sustainable growth rates.  Competent bankers.

Net terrorist attacks against us.

Fraud, fraud, fraud, fraud, fraud.

Fraudy, fraudy, fraudy, fraudy, fraudulent.

Bull. Shit.  Shit is fucked up and.

I prefer the dawn chorus to ads

For erectile dysfunction.  The chirping,

Chittering, whirring of the dinosaurian.

The dawn breaking, bringing.  Light.

Full spectrum light.  Not Full

Spectrum Domination of Nature.

Wait: we have storm drains to live in?