Pork - chop cheeks and whiskey smiles, couldn't hear the screams, or feel the clinched fist of anguish.
Just gravy boats, reporters notes
And passenger windows,
a self-perpetuated pride, an collective team
laughing in hysterical
deliverance of ignorance.
Playing around, intentionally oblivious, to disastrous decisions.
Twenty plus years too late.
National incompetence the scourge of historical importance, shattered a
millions of pieces scattered in a dense foggy wood.
the gathering of like-minded fools, the
greatest education and finest halls.
exemplary in the tradition of failure, perfect in self service.
number one, next to none, perfection in vile
thoughts, the master of demon guile.
And under every rock you lurk,
sociopathic and absurd,
elevated by one’s will, the autocratic style.
how does a pauper rise to noble feats?, by
A system of tricks and treats? a self
justification in heaps of linguistic
A democracy to those who
plunder the harvest reaps,
not for all, or those who need, just those
who wash your feet, place great
measures for promised privilege.
To thrive turn by turn a circle peerage,
flashing the cleavage of mockery, just showing off a parading
The instrument of
control, the hammer to our freedom, chisel to our expression, a
square to our heart-felt intention.
The drill to our completion, our real
Copyright © Paul K K | Year Posted 2021
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