The Devil's Pod
In a fun house called the great reset.
Grace and goodness are often flogged.
While confetti and saccharine accolades
are sprinkled over perfumed hogs.
A slanted house filled with greenies.
Forever bleating 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.
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