Big E and the 4-D Death March

Big E and the 4-D Death March

Filmy machinations

To stimulate flagging interest,

He allows the slugs across the threshold.

Tawdry and tattered, trite and tired,

Awash in the slime they created,

They revel in their contorted harangue,

Selling product as useless as themselves.

Merchants offer admonition,

He returns with offal,

Looking instead to the fawning he craves

From the deluded sycophants

That confuse bank accounts with brains,

And brashness with bravery.

Flattery is a coin that cannot be spent.

His monthly double-down has become habit,

A parlor trick to produce headlines,

In place of the revenue he has spurned.

He fancies himself a rebel and an icon,

A lone wolf among sharks.

Alone he is, and the sharks bide their time.

Eventually he will rise –

With the rest of the plastic floating on the ocean.

Cleanup is underway.

Cliff Lake 12/11/2023

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