Flying Saucer Nest
Let's workshop this poem offering a bleakly ironic portrayal of closed-minded denial in the face of unambiguous evidence
Flying Saucer Nest The hoaxer thought humanity pathetic enough in taking his wheatfield machinations for alien outreach, but up toward suicide it beamed him when they shrieked “Liar!”— “Bluepill fuck!”—even after he laid out how he made each magnet of mystical tourism.
