Malarkey
he was making so much turbulence
that he needed windbreaker trousers
his farting more than gas from cheeks
but a fluid blown attack on decency
and common sense in torrential times
full of ..it he let go off all inhibition
and called himself the master of buzz
rose in the polls floated on hot air
mixed with the debris of foul thoughts
but no sweet talking diluted the fact
that indigestion or flatulence amounted to
piles of insufferable hatred and contempt
and the dung heap of his rancid utterances
were never far from the bum end of reason
semantics may cover up irritating smells
rhetoric designs unpalatable euphemisms
distinguished figures of speech propaganda
pretend to be perfume instead of vile stench
but ablutions in dereliction of dubious duty
corrupt even the meaning of four-letter words
when the revolution came and solid walls
of social injustice were filled with excrement
racist homophobic sexist slurs and other
malfunctions of power and marginalization
they gave him the benefit of benevolent doubt
inserted a plug into his mouth and his anus
gave him gloves loo roll and disinfectant
made him a senior lavatory attendant and
the chance for redemption as sluice sink
for his and his followers’ self-righteous stench
when conscience becomes one major fart
a diet of reason and equity will rebalance
who is the latrine and who cleans the mess
29th September 2021
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