Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon is leaving the falconer on read;
The falcon didn't sign up for this shit;
She has been doomscrolling,
Hearing a lot about a blood-dimmed tide,
And mere anarchy loosed upon the world
"Not my problem," says the falcon.
The falcon is leaving the falconer on read;
The falcon didn't sign up for this shit;
She has been doomscrolling,
Hearing a lot about a blood-dimmed tide,
And mere anarchy loosed upon the world
"Not my problem," says the falcon.
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Now it says:
"The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity."
That ought to fix the problem, thinks the falcon.
In the distance, she spots something weird
Slouching across the desert with dreadful purpose.
While I doomscrolled, weak and weary
Over many an outraged expression of potential war,
In came a ghastly Raven with a red eye, full of gore.
I was puzzled by this ominous and ungainly bird of yore
But could only agree, when he croaked “Nevermore.”
-not EA Poe