And it their wake are the dead, dying, disabled, disenfranchised, defamed, deplatformed, derided. This web of destruction has formed a canopy over our entire existence as it include all; gov, medicine, science, media, sports, corporations, education . . .. One of these days the many spider species will turn on one another and those that never lost their virtue will steal in the back door for the taken-down, that’s my hope anyway. In the meantime, do what our Doc does, spread the word and name names.
As for the paid cult figures T.S. and T.K., they will both be has-beens at some point. Shame though, that Kelce is taking a good team down with him.
Whoa, the games people play now
Every night and every day now
Never meanin' what they say now
And never sayin' what they mean
While they wile away the hours
In their ivory towers
Til they're covered up with flowers
In the back of a black limousine
Whoa-ah
And it their wake are the dead, dying, disabled, disenfranchised, defamed, deplatformed, derided. This web of destruction has formed a canopy over our entire existence as it include all; gov, medicine, science, media, sports, corporations, education . . .. One of these days the many spider species will turn on one another and those that never lost their virtue will steal in the back door for the taken-down, that’s my hope anyway. In the meantime, do what our Doc does, spread the word and name names.
As for the paid cult figures T.S. and T.K., they will both be has-beens at some point. Shame though, that Kelce is taking a good team down with him.
Wow, Shelley, that's the first time I remember seeing poetry from your posts!
Joe South song, 1968. I think I've posted it before quite a while back. It always seems to fit whatever...