Hysteria

Y'know, waking and I see @Iain's compared me to a woodlouse. I thought to chew back a little, just my poem comes across a bit crazy so I hid it, you know I'm not really Greta Thunburg chasing Iain across the planet. That would be ridiculous.

I am Greta Thunburg.

I stand at the rail where my mast is proud, the sail full.

Vengeance burns in eyes for all of the children of the world.

Crossing the Atlantic Ocean by digital power my showdown awaits

United Nations.


Now is time, or is now too late to picture my enemy?


Fleshy wrists, the tummy, the tweed shorts, cravat and the spats on his feet.

'Semper Fidelis,' he croaks, squat toad aside a whiteboard throne, toad of the bearded breathing, and an ancestor by night times only,

returns to his secret and his greatest dungeon under UN headquarters

obviously;

...he meets his halfling, princess slave-wife, the accessory Thermidora.


They baste the ox bellies here, and underground

chitlings are chewed on their lips,

sweetbreads savoured among tongues

dripping blood; hosts of piglets squeal from the hooks.

The 21 day grass fed baby calves roast to death, their

hooves lined, blackened on regal barbecues

purchased at the Amazon, shining. [FIX]


Journey is so long.

'By Odin I must have judgement upon thee

people,

thee @Iain Aschendale, primus intra carnivoren, master of meatens,

I destroy the beef.

Feel the fear, feel meat sweats as I approach over waters.

My fish swim below, and our dolphins leap yonder at this great vegan prow... ..'