The melodrama of carcasses
playing in the theatre of latter day spooks
our mendacious transparencies
at the mirage stage  of dunces à la carte
gnarling whimsical oratories
in white noises from mindless cavities
here's their play written by fools
full of sound and fury garnished by shame
signifying the boo-hoo politics
of dead brains and soulless cannon fodders
Vive la République of nonentities
the revolution of the premature ejaculators
and small penises dead in action