Much Doo-Doo by Anthropollywogs Fills
the Waters of the Conscience
with a Slime of Tell-tale Aroma
the spermicide donor of Ideas,
Verse Libre, and Woman's Woes,
(feminist haha they just can't get me on)
The Anthropollywog thus is bobbing around
in the tank and has an automatic Sense
detector which signals a Brown
and when the Tank turns a bit Browner,
the High Alarm is called: cancel
the Humanities we offer a fine Shit
Lace that drips from our Bowels.
Say the Humanities are not Evidence.
This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.
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