boil water advisory, rate the tates

boil water advisory,

bogged down in metadata  

eggs beg, "don’t put me in".

the loss of integrity

is in the albumin, is in the margins,

where everything seems annotated.

who has the instinct

for balancing excess and restraint?

who is the genius annotating the world?

screw this verified artist,

issue after issue

of precautionary pressure

with the right to rate the tates.

when it is ever safe to drink?

little bits of knowledge is all that's left,

three minutes to boil

panned under pseudonym.

if a point has to be explained

it loses it point!

confit is meat... comfits are sweet...

there is antimatter in the milk

of explication, murky or crystal clear?

picking and picking, pruning the author

dropping white feathers

in the tar of tweedle dee and dum.

social cunt or quant, how quaint...

who applauds clique or claque,

who is the real rap or lit genius?

let algorithms

annotate the bible,

annotate oscar wilde.

water down exegesis

watering down

hermeneutics filtering,

annotation rising like cream

until it’s the only scat left floating.

pure propaganda,

boil water advisory lifted again!