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“We’re Panoinking Now Greta”

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Jeff McLean is with Ramon Dosher and
6 others

They’re panicking now, Greta Tune berg
Headstone houses radiate
the faintest sound from within
Discordia strumming chords
from corrupted heartstrings
A shadow song
Sighed quietly
by sirens
of the psyche
Love in the time of
corona
Core rupture in the
Core zone
Crown hymn
with many crimson crowns
Cauliflowering clusters of blood-soaked ball caps
emerging from spiked protein arms
Murmur has it
Murica’s been
reMade to grate again
Put away your condoms for the dumb cons
Put away your qualms, son
Here’s a calm gun
We reserved our panic
when our students were riddled with bullets
Saved it all up for
when they got sent home from school
We reserved our panic
when the leftmost State
on the map
of our union
Erupted in flames
And again when the land Down Under
Performed a dramatic re-enactment of
Mount Horeb’s Burning Bush
First the virus came for the communists, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a communist.
Then it came for the european unionists, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a european unionist.
Then it came to this Land
Made for you and me
Yeah, you know this tune, man
Yesiree!
one Nay
shunned under god
We’re panicking now, you Great Thorn bird
Some call it The Boomer Doomer
Really terrible, am eYe rite?
I’m no misanthrope, nope
but I listened listlessly while
my own myopia scolded me, saying:
You knot only mist the fire
You’re entirely blind to the whole rope-a-dope!
We humans are malleable, misinformed creatures
Taking the shape
of our indoctrination
Deflated when tentacles yank from our brains
Inflated when new ones get stuck there again
Our picnicking lips mouthing black and white Rosebuds
Or… well?
Or… sun wells?
Baby Jessica’s death knell
The toll of them bells
Unheard in hidden valleys
Where rich men snort caked lines
of cocaine betwixt
salty, sick,
sweat-slick
fake silicon tits
Binge on big bowls of ranch
dressing-drenched
bacon bits
atop tips of iceberg
Let us
pray
Let us
predate
predation
Let us
masticate
Art official
Chi Cha
row knees, and
Eee Ching runes
A Circular surge
from womb to tomb
The latest falsely reported death
is More gun
than Free man:
A Mandala effect
This too shall pass
gas
But will it pass
mustered?
Catch up if you can…
Many shall pass, too
Many ways to pass through
a threshold, it’s true
a waterline divines a dividing line
between this thorny crowned quagmire and
the malaria aquarium’s white whine
Yep, we’re panicking now Greta Thunberg
Wipe that grin off your face, you
Pestilent child!
Care you not?
My streaming service
has been interrupted!
My dreaming shellfish
have surrendered their pearls
under the stress of interrogation
This virus flows
memetically
merrily
down
this scary stream
Will we ever – even once? –
awaken
airily
from this great
american
dream?
I’m panicking now, Greta
Thunberg
I can’t even finish my
hamberder…

June 6, 2025 at 6:32 AM