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sonnet no. cvii
I started this series as a way to respond to current events, and this is the second poem to deal with the relationship between Elon Musk and Donald Trump. I have to say I enjoy the patois I’ve made of their speech, it assumes the idea that since they care little about the truth of their language, their language may as well be gibberish.
Inspiration has come from Natalie Storey’s post about Elon Musk and trip sitting, particularly a comment made by
about the possibility that Musk is, spiritually, a hungry ghost.
