Karma Kettle
i get it now....
jackasses and elephants
are one and the same
getting off on control
getting rich off our prolonged misery
our collective pain is their continued power
our division is their weapon of choice
to maintain that power-
Do pray that the masses
open their eyes-grow wise -unite-ignite
so together-we the people
can pull back the iron curtain of
OZ
to verify that its just a bunch of
self righteous peacocks
controlling plastic levers,
causing diversions-shifting blame
making rules for the serfs
but not for themeselves
the charlatans and kings,,
who play charades and shell games
with our souls-
rile people up
only to shoot them down
promising to drain the pus
and they do
right into the face of
our rights-freedoms - dreams.
The biggest fear of the elitist
is that we the people will stand together
demand term limits
prune special interests
they fear we would slap the mask
of humble and restraint
(forged from the bones and blood of the masses)
to their crooked funhouse faces
...jackasses and elephants...one and the same
we're nothing but pieces of coal to them
something to be plucked - pressurized-modified
into bling around their middle fingers
which they stick far up our gl-asses
to bore the spirits from our chests
....one and the same
in public the jackasses and elephants
spar with one another
demonize one another
though its all just for show
for in their darkened pens and stalls
they stroke each other off
then cackle when our mettle bows
in the kiln of their evil whims.
The swamp never really drains
it just back flows into a karma kettle
filling it with the bluest hues and pangs
until it comes to a rolling boil....
Jackasses and elephants
one and the same
I pray someday
they simply
xplode.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2021
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