Rough And Blatant Poem by Keith Shorrocks Johnson

The Rough Beast - the Blatant Beast
Has appeared in the ordinary places
Morphed in the supermarket car park
Transpired in the Macdonalds drive-thru.

It wasn't what we expected
Of strange times, interesting times.
Who could guess the shape of anxiety
Was so much piss, so little vinegar -

That what was eating us
Was more like a gigantic tendrilled fungus
Grown humungous though hyphae
Fine filaments massing enormous bulk

Or colonies of Argentine Ants
That cooperate and combine in vast numbers
Their sheer aggregation and huge appetite
Betraying the small individual mandible -

That what was bothering us
Was above all the product of proliferation
The inevitable spillage of profusion
The natural consequences of excess?