Miasmata

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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