The Mush Machine

 

The waters will draw back, like they do.  For a surreal bit.  Gathering and gathering, swirling and rushing.  Nature's strength, accumulated.  At its most.

We'll see, hear, and smell the decay.  Grab your cash quick, that's what this is about.  Navajo will get ripped off again.  The sad clowns do not care, but they smile like sad clowns anyway.  Blame it on the system again, blame it on the way the world works, blame it on each other.

Generations from now, the people of this place will know, they will know of the scam.  The robbers of DC, the oozing class.  Robotic manipulation of minds, glowsoaped, lathered, and rinsed.  Crank the mush machine some more, bring out the entertainers, let's all giggle.  Bye, bird.