They were all over the place:
homeless people who played by the rules. The advice
leaked out of their pants onto attendants’ shoes, appropriately.
They clumped into a plot of data points
*Spots paper referendum on the purpose of being Woke*
The protester was lying naked on six crates of Styrofoam, “No! Noo!”
It was a puffy lesson on the purpose of being Woke.
Oh wait, you forgot to plug in the “nobody cares.”
They didn’t betray anybody; they just came through for your opposite.
One guy died and was brought back to life when they played his fav song,
He emptied the vacuum cleaner and felt really good about himself.
He sat in the corner of a schoolhouse (not a school, you jackass).
He could see infrared bumble bees and their respective pollen.
We might need a forklift
To make sure my eyes are alive.
I won’t hold it against you if you try
To make it through the revolving doors