A Storm With No Rain (and a poem with no meaning)

Reruns and fallacy

Forced down our throats

Now is the time

To ignore all that floats

Do not try to claim

You don't comprehend

I'll do all the gloating

While witnessing

Your welcome end

Did you expect I'd ignore

The frenzied feeding

You made me the boss

While you planned

To be the one leading

Oh yes, it is fact

You'll be fucked

Until bleeding

Then promoted to hell

Where you'll do

All my planting

And seeding