Perfuming the Pig
In a fun house called the great reset
grace and goodness is often flogged-
While confetti and saccharine accolades
are sprinkled over perfumed hogs-
A slanted house filled with greenies.
Crying o'er climate bleed from private jets.
Sashaying across the continents.
With their gigantic carbon footprints-
A mirrored house of concocted panic.
Distorted masks sewn to the masses.
While privilege laughs from naked faces
inflated parties and mansions gated-
The media ogres. with tongues of sludge
blow dirty noses into the heart pond of God.
While the self-righteous, Maoist and Marxist.
Porpoise side by side with the devil's pod-
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2021
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