There has certainly been less than no anxiety on the part of the transceiver operator that one of his “bird” drones might be recovered and traced back to him.

I guess we don’t do that here.

The following recording begins with the same electronic loops to which this poet has been listening virtually continuously for the last six hours.

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Recorded Reading (1:49): https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/wz2ecx53xcibgoh2e0up4/Enjoy-Your-Day.mp3?rlkey=hnldq9y029m99yvm7olu80gqr&st=om07h9vr&dl=0

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Enjoy Your Day, American Poet (Not!)

We’re so happy that you’re here
With your verses, rhymed and clear
The kind that none of us could write
If we tried all freakin’ night

Yes, we know what they are worth
Those creations you give birth
Blessings for the living be,
Blesst again, posterity!

So we pave the pathway for
Poetry which we adore
Furnishing sweetness and peace
Which facilitates release

~ Oh, wait ~ No, we have said that wrong!
We don’t WANT you to belong
To a sorry society
Which thinks you admirable be

For if genuinely admire
Your works, demeanor and attire
They might admire you more than us
Who know but how to make a fuss,

Belittle others and harass
Service personel with crass
And indeed unnecessary
Complaint to send them in flurry

In short, we only know how to
Make ugly sounds and mundane view
And so, to keep you under, here’s
What we propose to do:

We’ll fly transceivers very near!
And all day long, all you will hear
From nine AM to five o’clock
Is this repeating ugly SQUAWK

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