Things I don’t do anymore

 

Suffer the importuning predators whose talons
extricate debts from debased regimes

Toss darts at the wigs of jurists
during reifications of falsified denouements

Dispense homilies to
fissures in the civic realm

 

And what of the others?

Do they still excite
the morbid constructs of an unresolvable polity?

Do they think they anticipate the granules
that will fall from the next turn of the mill?

Andy Oram
September 9, 2026

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