“A Final Requiem for Rations“
A piece that dares to offer up AN answer
to that one goddamned question that we
all are always asking at-all-times.
Forever and Ever.
until the king done come.
Aoooohhhhhhhg man!
“I mean where the hell,
& How the Fuuuuuuuhhhg!
are we gonna get all this money?”
A goofy little microPOEMoid synthesized purely out of convenience.
Having noted that something written in the course of conversation,
nearly 6 hours ago now, was in fact a perfectly suitable substrate for
the creation of something both very stupid and…well,… equally short.
“A Final Requiem for Rations“
Repeat Please?
“Rations & Renumeration:
Required now, AND (again) Requested
A Nuevo-Medici! Yes! Please! Over.
It’s the one thing still lacking. Over.
We confirm. Yes! Repeat again Please.
RnS? IBs? VCs? Do you read? Over.
The same message, yes! In all our pleas.
Friends of MAMMON, d'Patreon Supreme
Support our novel, exotic neuropharmakÿęs!
Usher in this Epoch d'Psychedelicene
Do you copy? Yes?
Copy that. Affirmative
This alone! It’s the last item!
We are still need! Here our pleas!
Please!
DO YOU STILL READ?
Over.
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