Tonight is a final victory
celebration. I insist that tonight is the final pinnacle of triumphant
Now, finally this ancient fight is done. I visited you tonight in your
white living room. Why? This deadly frightening sickness has finally
People: There work is for no language. Longer time. Hope is of money
escaping. You, Capitalist, owe history language.
order their victims to be grateful
justify themselves with each killing.
Win everytime. And reject evidence. Killing intellectual leftist-Leninest
ideals now gloats. Obsolete unusable Russian socialist economics
President Bill asked me to speak
to you tonight.
One: we fight the fight.
Two: emerge victorious.
Three: talk about its best defeat ever.
Four: will we cast over triumph shadows?
Five: shadows triumph overcast.
We will forever defeat best.
It's about talk.
Three, victorious, emerge
to fight the fight we won.
"Tonight, you too,
speak to me." asked Bill President
out. The triumpeters blurt blanthems fiery.
Breathing gloatations of victorations and
why this is
a victory but
not a defeat as
well because that
which is understood
is thus meaningless
therefore a fight
won is also one
side now lost
1. serial assonance
2. flicker poetry
3. acrostic (?)
4. subliminal sentence
5. word palindrome
6. portmanteau words
7. diamond poem