Clusters of Emptiness
Everywhere, clusters of clowns gathering about.
Plotting behind painted smiles.
Dancing to the quickening of our demise.
They gather upon star-spangled hill.
Behind giant mahogany desks.
Sharpening knives on middle-class breasts.
The reddish howl of the globalist, echoing the fall.
Muffling the voices of we the feeble.
Hope bleeding out into the A-hole of the Potomac.
Along the banks, clusters of pigs and clowns.
Green dripping from Saturn-sized snouts.
Stomping their hooves- disrupting citizen heartbeats.
Everywhere you look, clusters of manic menace.
Void of substance.
Void of anything...really.
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