Trench foot
Apr 3, 2026 · 1 min read
You can’t not have it
it’s a term
a condition
fashioned
for your security
Don’t you understand
It’s a handstand a back flip
cherry picked chip
off the old block
axe chop
against a backdrop
surveille un chat noir
a fag end at the bentback end
rejoice
your voice
is no longer extant
relevant
chatte noire méchant
call me a cab
‘hey cabbie!’
crabby style
three men in a boat
off the coast
of oil town
break it down
stake fake
an sheikh it down
pessimist
Optimist
optometrist
ventriloquist
limp wrist
half pissed
It’s
Glistens not glitter
spam fritter titter
you
are
no longer
required
Surplus supplies
abandoned
Whither the cuntry-side
set aside
old folks home
AI workercide
all died up in knots
tied by terms
an Conditions
in the trenches
benched four hundred
Zkindred Zspirits