Who Are "The They" ~ Thursday, April 9, 2026

All comes out in the wash
let go, they say, let God
left to question this mess

cocorico, no cash
only credit-debit
maybe, spare the rod
even spoil the child, bless
such an understanding

out of time to admit
understanding gone wrong
too strong to act humble

insane amongst the throng
need honey to bumble

thoughtlessly, bees branding
handing out concessions
eventually, yield

wield a mighty sword, Lord
answer for impressions
surface to air missiles
horror to view the field

literally, how bored
everyone must be, sad
trust none with initials

given the new climate
orders death notices

they offer no debate
hinder condolences
everyone must be mad
yes, nobody knows mind

selective, endearing
as for their hearing, gone
yes, they say, we are blind

liquid sunshine dreams melt
ease a golden earring
to watch the horizon

Golgotha, Golgotha
on the rood, what He felt
denied by Cephas, thrice

left to understand time
emigrate, goodbye, spice
forego a life of crime
transcend death in Lethe

to see beyond the sky
observe with a clear lens

quick, answer the question
until the Lord asks why
ephemera alike
sadness as if to cleanse
thought of all repression
insanity to ban
only workers who strike
nothing of the sort, snort

thoughtlessly, cocaine whore
hopeless, how to abort
in mid-flight, eat the core
savory apple fan

mutilate the body
every cut leaves a mark
slash and burn the past, quark
swills down a hot toddy

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