Day Twelve
I.
There's a fair wingspan
for a fifth of a gram.
Local honey does naught for pollinosis
however many doses
What a sticky situation.
Why tear up the endangered flytrap?
It's no remedy
for what ails thee.
We can't even settle on a number of senses
Can close our eyes, touch our noses
but commonly can't smell horseshit.
II.
John Titor, early internet's non-falsifiable soldier of time-travel
was on a mission to Nineteen seventy-five.
He only dropped by the Nineties to warn us of Y2K.
John got real quiet in Two thousand-one;
We may never know the truth about his prediction
of global nuclear war in Twenty-fifteen.
III.
I reject your rejection
of the flatness of Earth.
I know what I know
and you know what it's worth.
Moon landings, vaccines,
age of the Sphinx
I thinks what I likes
and I says what I thinks.
A quest for the truth
is a cardinal sin
When there's nothing left
to believe in.
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