Foots and Notes

I refuse to read a footnote, since what needs to be said should have been written in the main text,

and I rarely research what’s never been there or forgotten,

laid out in pieces scattered to the infinity and burning sulfur creating a nice picnic

in the middle of a disaster zone filled with chemical waste that the cleaning crew forgot about and left for someone else to look it up and see what it’s about,

though for all the shit that been written and researched to death,

there rarely seems to be anyone that knows what’s going on,

little ambulatory Hot Pockets(™) cruising through with anxiety and unidentified ooze coming out from all sides and called a good day at the beach, or a beautiful winter mist,

or maybe all unfunded visions are hallucinations speaking volumes of footnotes

that I forgot to read, because they remind me of legalese small print,

and I refuse to be fucked by a lawyer