Cook Priebus Fifty

Your brothers can be irresistibly
sympathetic, that’s the collateral
of life. The life of othering is guerre
and shame is the rest—I down a chablis.
Chaos is math—We pop an Adderall—
justice is not. If you try to compare

constantly, there will be no time left for
the upkeep of society: in food
nophilos. As hereafter and before
C-4, when in doubt; kindness to distill
removing Faith from succor. To be lewd,
empathy is a sinew or a skill.
Sometimes spite is love and so deservèd;
grace inside a famine is how we’re fed.

18 March, 2022