Burroughs' Virus
In crowds bigly
And comparatively small
The Barker
Shot poisoned grammar arrows
At apple pie heads
Crowds roared with baked smiles
At milestones tossed
Across potomac alters
The Barker
Injected his virus
With mucus spray; tanned
With ease, aimed to please
He opened
His lips to fervid ears,
"Gather my trodden prey
Drink in this wolfish day,
I'm offered upon your crowns
Thorned by your bidding".
The Barker slithered his tongue
Wet with promise
And aimed
Arrow tipped sovereignty at the crowd.
He warned of witch hunts
Casting cosmopolitan spells
He bent the ears
Of youthful virtue
And glazed the past with boos
He spoke of imaginary signals
That praised his plans
He pledged to build things great again
Bigger than before
Skillfully he hides
Under tall silk hats
That cover colonial cranium worms
Each day his ego is fed
By the thoughts in his own head
And as the virus looms
One by one his goons
Believe all that is said.
Copyright © Michael Moncrief | Year Posted 2017
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