a haiku for 2025

yeah yeah he's a "socialdemocrat". Probably the same way NSDP was "socialist".

- "let it be known, let it be spoken, and written, and heard - and let it be seen on the billboards of the Interstate and The First Page OF NATIONAL PAPERS" -- and the Clown suddenly lowers its voice to a whisper --

"that. McRib. Is. Back."

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"that it is once again as it was before, and it will be again, until mankind walks the earth" - do not close your eyes, child, do not cover your ears - "as sure as everything that's in the light casts a shadow" - you were always the lucky one, always the one to land on your feet, don't shiver - 6/x

... silence. Thick, dark, dripping silence. "Very well", the clown speaks, its red-striped hands slowly rising, "so be it... so I bring it forth," - a gust of air rushes from behind the man in Armani, almost knocking him face-down - "so let it become, once more", the Clown continues ever louder, 5/x

of the world, a FSB colonel is kneeling in front of skull of a cow, begging, in another language, for the same thing, only not in $ but in barrels of crude oil. The man in Armani doesn't dare to raise his gaze to his Salvator, as the cackle rises to laughter to roar to shreak to... 4/x

Dark exaggerated brows rise, and the red blob in the lower portion of the face parts to reveal porcelain teeth in a grimace containing pleasure, pain, love and cruelty, charitability and greed with no bounds. "Do you", the clown cackles, knowing perfectly well that somewhere on the other side 3/x

"We need you to do that again", a man in Armani takes a knee, his Mille quietly indicating everyones' inevitable passing from his wrist; in the darkness, the pale face paint of a clown reflects the light spilling from the doorway, the moon being a Temu item in comparison. 2/x