Only kings, presidents, editors, and people with tapeworms have the right to use the editorial 'we'
Mark Twain
We, the tapeworms,
the crude outlanders,
We, the imposters,
fabricating solace,
denigrate solids.
We, in tepid baths,
in steaming heaps.
We, in malice,
prey on language.
We suck words
in paper proboscis.
Larval and squirming,
We, in desperation,
Cocoon them in
meanings.
We, virulent intruders,
We, moribund abusers,
infect and absorb.
We broach and,
transcribing,
We replicate.
Deviants deviating, We
attach and atrophy.
We plunder and
We rend asunder.
We, in gangrene,
blacken and despoil.
We, the malignant,
bloat in fallacy.
We, in effigy,
metastasize.
And, pupating, We
transmogrify.
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