The Original Trickster
told me to tell you that when you are told to behave
to tell that teller who told you things
to fuck off.
The Original Trickster
says that when you say you’ll sell your soul, to simply know that
the sales of souls are low this spring.
The Original Trickster
aims to alleviate all ailments but on any given annual event,
he finds himself to be an anonymous anomaly, a betwixt trickster and a worldly
wordsmith whose wordy whirlpools of words are
a dime a dozen, if dimes came in dozens, or dimes meant a dozen.
So
not really.