Terrible

The apples we ate were terrible. So were the swordfish, the cat-of-nine-tails, the asbestos insulation, and the spirit of the age. We told the waiter. He offered us, free of charge, beetles, scars, blustery winds, damaged children, and figuration. None of these things pleased us. On our comment card we wrote this: A time will come when babies walk the earth. Not now, later. When that happens, a chariot of water will drown the stables of an unemployed cop. We will declare victory. Singed, Flame On. Then, we banged the door, biscuit, greeter, and bucolic lake shut. No one has seen us since.