Democracy of colonists!

I hear your Sprockets squawking something awful
Grinding to inoperative

You know,
No ones really free where simple suffrage was an obstacle

To put it plainly, I don’t think it’s fair to say you have to pick a side between the war pigs and apologists

To put it bluntly, motherfuck your politics

To blunt it further fuck you if you think this is the time to lay low and go that innocent, innocuous

You want a murder, I will kill your confidence.
But first I’ll strip it bare, parade it through the square so your constituents can spit on it and really savor mocking it

We shouldn’t have to TELL you
you can’t fill a stomach up with fucking collagen

We shouldn’t have to tell you that a bunch of fucking Influencers won’t attend your colleges

That a bunch of fucking Influencers will not understand or lift a finger in the name of writing policies

They can’t catch a meaning past a meme
By which I mean they need a photo they can see, and then a paragraph detailing why it’s clever, or relatable, or funny, or, at best, a combination of the three.

The fuck you think you’ll see when they assume the drivers seat?
How fucked you think we’ll be when they’re the ones we choose to lead?
God, Can you imagine someone who’s an entertainer, not a politician as commander-in chief?
Just Assuming our command with all the drama they can muster so the ratings for the news reports are truly all the best that they can be?

Is entertainment really what a sinking vessel needs?

Are we all fools enough that we could be distracted by an actor, who isn’t actually A President, they only play one on T.V?

Is this America just binging on some garbage television right before it goes to sleep?

Or is it already asleep?
Adrift in deep water,
The sheep were long slaughtered,
So It dozed off tallying the bodies in the streets.

But It can’t shake the stresses of the day, so it all replays on a loop like a fever dream.

Where it’s seated in a throne, and it bellows out: “Bring me The Believer King”

Doesn’t take its time to gloat, just slits his throat and smears the blood on everything.

It Wakes up with a pool of sweat, sense of dread, racing heart, and raging hard-on that could break through anything.

The cocktail of emotion that I’m sure the founding fathers had in spades when they were putting words to page to build a stage for the display of the disease and crucifixion and decay of Lady Liberty.

Tickets 12 bucks at the door
Preorders only 10
Ask your average influencer to attend they’d ask “What kind of cross-promotion can you give to me?”

Fuck you, times infinity.

Fuck all your entitlement that borders on divinity.

Fuck the dickless shouting match that ya’ll call masculinity.

And fuck my future self if he thinks differently.