The Conspiracist by Dennis Allen Lange

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(with apologies to Joyce Kilmer)

I think that I shall never see
Something that’s not a conspiracy.

One whispered in my hungry ear,
Far more than what things first appear.

A conspiracy to ruin the day,
That only God and I can say.

Woe! Everywhere’s conspiracy,
Beneath each rock and ev’ry tree!

Its evil permeates the air
Like snakes writhe in Medusa’s hair.

Men dream conspiracies for fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

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photo by Michael and Christa Richert
@https://www.rgbstock.com/photo/oSnvT84/spider+web

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© Dennis Allen Lange, 2020.

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