Bohemian Rhapsody - Part II
“Tom (with the weather)”

Host:
Don’t take
my word for it..
I know somebody
more authoritative
who knows better!
Now give it up
for my dear colleague..
Tom (with the weather).

Tom:
Gather now,
my tribespeople,
and hearken unto me..
so that I may at last
impart to thee..
true positive results
which were revealed by
my meticulously rigorous
omen prospecting.

Indeed, upon fish entrails
I have scried..
and prayed and weeped
and mumbled
for so many hours..
then I felt the presence
of a higher being
in my mind.
And then, at last,
The All spoke
unto me..
the truths which
I am duty bound
to now relay
to thee.

Indeed,
hell freezing over
is a prototypical
black swan event..
The One that we
cannot see coming..
up until it either does
or doesn’t get here.
Or so, at least,
The Spirit whispered
unto me..

But then again, your mileage
may considerably vary..
from the heights of heaven
to the deepest depths of hell.
The All of it depends, in truth,
upon the timeline
where The One is tethered
to their singular,
embodied, and observing self.

Host:
Thank you, dear Tom.
This was the biggest
load of horseshit
that I’ve ever heard.
But then again,
blame not the written..
blame rather
the degenerate
who wrote.