feudal subscription
talks for blows
puffing out riddles
if you know
but you know
states withing states
within melting ***
of polar staples
they want us
to hate with all guts
(wish we loved more)
every each of them
every one of us
each other

we are seemingly
so easy to blow.
must be a shocker
that we're still here,
on it,
never left,
apart from some
on our mind,
in hearts.

those expansion savvy
'gators
cracking the code of votes
as flamboyant flatterers
to sway you
with fast and cheap promises.
one pays some --
they pay some
in investments,
trustees in bonds,
reads: moguls-in-arms

oh,
as you continue
to blow,
you're but a blower.

cancel their subscriptions
you'll always be in debt
life is precious:
politics is cracked

let's be optimistic,
never read as
"masochistic"
and keep doing it,
showing grit,
you gritty inventors.
untill the one
who's laughing
says: ok, the end.