the seventh fleet is lost and Russia is forgotten amidst a
shake up at Fox and fondling and
no one likes strong women who
turn their backs and walk away from
demented men and determined
bullies who scream about trivialities
and monotony to shake things up and
rattle terra firma to
jiggle it a bit change
it up twist
it around wring
it out and all
because of a chip of paint on an old white wheel well that
can’t have happened the way he claimed because of
the impossible physical probability and the
anonymity of the plates so
he never did find out the truth and sank enveloped
by sand and mud and horror
©kcasady2017
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