*<*>>>>>* dictation gleaned while on the lamb *<<<<<*>* (a whimsical, unvested manifesto from the right thinking Easter Bunny's divisive unbehooved cousin; the nefariously unglossed, rabidly unboxed, radical Rabbit of Dissension)

actually,
they were first grown

as carrots,

quite content
in and of themselves;

offspringing offspring,

tumbling humbly
from the hummed fumblings
of bumbly bees,

and communing
with their
un-industrious
meadow rooting fellows,

long before some
slack-jawed
presumptuous primate

stumbled upon them

and rumbled
their unprofitable destiny;



yea,

even before
the meaningless depths
vacuously
plummeting

from history's
blisters
on its
blighted rightest side

were repackaged
as immaculate,
evacuated memory;

and long before
even this,

in the
disasterous,
competitive wake

of our
presidential,
precedent setting

Reptilian
SuperPower
antecedents

in the predawn's
spawning yawning

when Bugs Bunny's
mopsy and flopsy
mop and pop flock

of continuously
re-docking
lolloping stock

incidentally interrupted
their winsome,
thumping spin

of Saturday night hops
and flippity flops
on floppity tops

and the unbridled
drop
of dna swaps,

stopping
for the nonce

the shopping
for succulent cropping,

and all that
relentless

field mouse
bopping;

verily,
i say unto thee

the carrots
still thought they were free

when the cinema's
premier
"what's up Doc?"
trickster vixen

and consummate
cartoonish transvestite

was naught
but an
incendiary
sparkle

betwixt
the rollicking
of sparking eyes

and that hapless
strain
of harebrained ancestors

sowed the
accidental seeds
of 
stereotypical addiction

so casually
bandied about
in the
emptying gestures

of an
idling jester's

sullied and
exploitative
rise

to trite
commercial stardom.

* ***** * ******* * ******* * ***** *
- Evan Hawthorn, the 29^th of April, 2018