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Climate or Weather?

Today’s temperature will be noisy. I took it up with the subcommittee.  Oh, their tenderness.  You don’t know me and I don’t know you, but I’m sure sex won’t cure it. Wait, I know the maracas are in here, somewhere.  It’s a dangerous business.  Science would have us believe the weather will take the world by storm, but I have no idea why Mt. Everest is getting taller. Thursday, I made a fleeting appearance at the Bureau of Missing Persons. They told me to come back on Saturday, when they’d be closed. I refused to leave my fingerprints as a down payment.  Sure, I like to drink in the afternoon, especially somewhere dark and useless. It’s great for brain function, although there’s no work quite like clockwork. Say, what’s this?  I don’t know for sure, but I’m told a cat has nine of them.


Appears in Cloudbank, July 2021.

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