which, unlike a “Committee,”
had no agenda whatsoever
except for secret plans
to grow endless tracts
of “commie trees”, which
Marx and Engels wrote
about in their manifesto,
however absurd that seems.
The deadly fugu, predictably,
left for Honshu immediately.
A barrel of wasabi
was left sitting on
the top of Mount
Kilimanjaro, as a warning
to anyone who might
get it in their
Frozen leopard cutlets from
the local Walmart. However
you look at it,
you certainly cannot deny