The next contestant, who knows? When the truth
Circling the fishing boat like angry seagulls cries out
Of the rigging of the game. Too much. I’m
Slappin’ yo’ mama’s grass skirt like the fish
Monger that gives heads up when tossing fish
From one to another. Cry out there’s a
Fish aimed at your head. The hobbling of your
Thoughts somewhere, nowhere. Like the teardrops from
My single eye and everywhere around.
Kicking risers with the CPU fan’s
Buzz. The silent background buzz that without
Which causes mobs to run in and jump on
Donald Trump burning in effigy of
George W. Bush. The Running Man won.