Sever synapses
Themselves
Or take heed
That deep frying
The circuitry
Amplifies
Greed
In a world
Where monopolists
Still rig the game
And their brands
Build the boardwalks
And jails
To detain
In a blackout
Of hunger
And thirst
To reclaim
A more clarified sense
Of exigency’s
Belly
When starved for attention
Like some
Megyn Kelly
But ultimately
We’re all *******
And warring
And boring
Ourselves
To a blissful
Oblivion
Entering
Wealthy
Or peasantry
Synonym
Judged before
Faced with eternity
Swimming in
One cataclysm
More costly
Than last
If we still fail
The basic exams
Of the past

Not much
For observation’s blinds
Unless they’re on
Vacation’s dimes
For time is of the essence
Of some all too precious
Prescience
And myopic are
The open eyes
Divining
Not a penchant  
For an overload of senses
Mother Nature’s
Battle trenches
When transparency
Requires
Darker-shaded
Ethnic lenses

Little excites
Like it used to
Ignites
The creative spark
Darkening
Save to incite
An incisive
But maybe
Divisive
Disorder
Identity crises
Of billionaires’
Borders  
And lawlessness orders
Like Wild West
Fable’s
Evangelists
Saying
Its grace at their tables
But saving their scraps
For as always
The trash
As their scare tactics
Home economically
Crash
Into fast money
Supermarkets
To the rescue
And poster boy
Seek and destroyers
To bless you
With testing their products
And formerly “services”
Rendered
By state
And municipal servicemen
All just exploited
Sold off
Or disposed
By the donor class
Capital gains
Undisclosed

I saw some people
In need
And I helped them
Some way
Shape or form
For a moment
I felt them
But also saw
Opportunistic
Endeavors
Fortuitous chances
To watch how it weathers
In whether or not
I decide
To be tending
Acculturation’s
Cultivations
Ascending
To more hungry lion’s
Shares
First feeding me
And what’s left of the carcass
Society
I would sell to the vultures
At auction
And keep
The pride rock
For my kind
To impregnably sleep
And in promises steeped
In self-serving deceit
Subjugate
Sycophantic
Hyena
Elite
And as long as no
Exiled kings
Should contend
You will never go hungry again…
And again

Maybe you’ve flirted
With funeral
Widows
Perhaps even mirrored
Their bleak
Weeping willows
But pillows have ways
Of prescribing more pill woes
And roses
Can’t say
Where the amorous
Thrill goes
And those of us
Willing to
Vow to take part
Should take heart
In unduly
How truly
We mark
The occasions
As often
As coffins
And ravens
Engrave them
And to our most
Sordid devices
Enslave them

All I have sacrificed
Given
Permitted
By seeking asylums
To which I’m committed
In more ways than one
With the refugees
Numb
To the wounds
We’ve inflicted
As lord of the slum
Bidding done
In the shadows
Or flooding the zone
And regardless
What pile of ****
Sits the throne
I alone cannot save us
Just stark raving
Madly
Homegrown
Terror
Raise us
To less ill-informed,
More illumined,
Dissent
To consenting
Too big to failed
Experiment

Remember
We censor them too
Through the screens
Satirizing
And lionizing
The machines
That have codified
History’s
Dissident screams
Surreptitiously
Silenced
Yet echoing themes
Of more radical
Violence
Inflicted to quell
Such repellent invasions
Of interconnected
Manchurian agents
From somewhere external
Hard drive
Or internal
Disservices
Revenue
Revenants’
Journal
Is purged
From the room
And the record
Expunged
But the text is eternal
When wechat
Among
Our unruly, yet orderly
Disciplined minds
Turn the weapons they’ve formed
Against us
Into crimes
Because no can hide
Their free speech
From the markets
And we can Biden to its
Capitol’s carcass
Or Trump card the world
Like a billionaire Marxist
Unplugged from the shrug
And suggest me a drug  
Is the microprocessor
Encrypting the bug