dunno...

   i just love the sound
of the title...

like the idea...
about my midnight snack....

i'm thinking about noodles,
i'm thinking of
something encompassing
the posit
of carbohydrates...

whatever the criticism...
          democracy and its loveless,
hushed voices...
point being;
   conspiring against no one....
or at least...
no identifiable object...
a mass contra mass
objective...
                       total, unadulterated
statement of:
chaos.

                as long as there's no
figure-head,
but a mob-contra-mob
mentality in the political sphere....
all become pristine
Brutus-apologists...

and? all are just that...
          i have more trust
in a burglar... not hurting me...
while robbing my house...
than in a politician...
running a country....

simple(s)!