It’s like everyone’s sick,
Or undead,
Barely living
Just breathing
Deceiving
Themselves
To forgiving
Forgettable  
Unfair elections
Regrettable
Methheads
To offset injections,
Untenable
Debt ceiling heavens
And credible threats
Weaponizing infections
Depressions
Far Greater
Than history lessons’
Most glaringly obvious
Tact of oppression’s
False flag
To enact
The unlawful tax bill
By the black-citing,
White lying
House on the hill
And a fact-averse
Bad actor
Labor unskilled
Like a fascist mask
Slash and burn
Axe in Brazil
The fell deeds
Felling trees
With the breeze
In his speech
Still releasing the kraken-like  
Corporate state’s
Global outreach
Over-preaching
Beseeching
The sheepish
To carry on sleeping
In late
And en masse
Do not gather
But rather
Look past
The gas chambers
Aghast,
Past the neighbors’
Kids torn
From their safe passage
Grasp
And the captor?
Another disaster
Enraptured
The market crash,
Mattress cash,
Ashes fall after
And then comes
The blast from the past
When the master,
Producing mass slaves
Can not sell them their own
Waking graves
Any faster