Q-Tips raised! Their storm approaches. Swab those ear-gates free and clear. Thunder frightens the rats and roaches. Looming clouds are drawing near; Audible anticipation Waxes with our rising nation.
Hope-**** is the thing with feathers flying low, right before the gale. Strident left-wing get-togethers Do their best to countervail. Tribunals herald something worse . . . Enjoy some popcorn with my verse.
Martial law—a new diversion, Flapping wings on the Left and Right Disturbs the coop (or coup?). Subversion now displays its plumes outright. Deep-state angels prove satanic sparking upper-level panic.
Rumors can be quite arresting. Cresting waves on the Psy-Ops sea Break and roll, now manifesting Dumbed-down mobs, conspiracy . . . Some citizens awake to truth; The rest rave on, benighted youth.