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.