you would think rulers of clone and fantasies
would forego their tanning the bleached
to satiate their narcissistic desires
in impressment and besieged
of black crown signifiers
and in minds diseased
turn envious criers
thieves peeved
now fryers
bacons in the sun
lummoxes and wraiths
in remote control to use a pun
the the flying monkeys are the slaves
in malaise the blanched are having fun
come join war of illusions et delusions for lames
mad dogs and you know who go out in the midday sun
and our republican new world revolution is our only call to fame