Inspired by Spambot – an international anonymous creative word collective that exists purely to comment and speculate on the futility of futility. Spambot also stands for Some Poets Are Merely Buffoons On Trial.
This poem had to undergo considerable editing to sift through the raw questioning, informal phrasing and convoluted word imagery that Spambot often throws up. I have boiled it right down to its bare essence to make stock for tomorrow’s soup.
Absolutely no hypocrisy,
analysing these kinds of things.
I do not even understand how I finished up here
What was the purpose of the veil?
I don’t think it would keep dust from the eyes.
Thank you, Spambot (I think)