Trebled

The rule of three
is as cruel as three
times the non
sense, the un
reason, the parallel uni
verse that pretends to 
educate with its confident
schools, its autonomic
tools, responsive as hell
to the environment, as 
similar to the mythical
below-purgatory purgative 
where the waste inevitably
goes, like snow, down, down
down to made me down, depression
in its post-anger series, the television
programmed internetted couplet,
too-ready for non-nutritive 
copulation, scramming and 
tramming across the swellscape,
imagining the words written
on the rages are as real as 
the feeling that fed the 
hand that screeds us.