Imported master
Treasonous and traitorous.
On a dim-lit path
Leads his brainless followers
Toward salvation. Let’s laugh.
This is a tanka poem. Toward salvation. Tankas have nothing to do with tanks.
Praise? Condemnation. Love for the rat? Write to the Fledermausi.
Want to post a mindless ad on your own, scribble it on the monstrous board.
- illustrated by (the) Fledermaus/i[↩]