
In the center of the center is a blip:
a gooey mess, an ideology, a notion possessed
the most rank of the rankest “stuff” there is.
A finger in the crust tangled in the plums (actually, burnt meringue)
pulls out the answer before the question posed;
outrage contrived, empathy sacrificed, sliced into bits before it draws flies.
Shoo!
Audacious, pesky, fact-checking flies!
The correct answer?
Yes.
The best answer?
Yes.
Come on, Man!
Ever get banned?
The Redditors are storming and
WINNING!
Hey, can I have whatever drugzzz you’re doing?
The sky is green, the grass is blue.
Yeah, wrong.
And that’s the most right answer there is.
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The answer is surely that it was as delicious in the mouth as it was for the eyes…
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If only, Dale! Things are certainly not as they appear!
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