The world seems built for Tyrants
Egos scraping the sky
They chase glory, adulation, loyalty
They place cataracts in your eye
And fill circuits of mind
With plaque-inducing memes
You’ll only catch phrases
Banal recurring themes
Sublime viral encounters at Airstrip Nine
A streaming black market
Of lies revised as gospel truths
You’ll master the fine arts
Of double-think
And polemics
You’ll scorn friends and lovers
Who dare intervene
You’ll run from the Thought Police
Screaming obscenities
Like $uicide boy$ @ Woo Hah
Run from truth
Run from facts
Run with lies
Run with the Tribe
Run to Big Brother
Run
*****  F*hka
Run.

~ P