lasing fallacies facilitated by flunkies fictionalizing facts for freedom re-done interiors inferior to craftsmanship of old offer glimpses into consciousness of the common folk squandering birthrights for a burger richer in trans fat and bacon flavoring atop an evangelical spire I peer into soulless zombies seeking connection with my kin only to have reality slap me back as wolves are kin to pugs but they cannot coexist storm clouds gather night falls tears drop I am alone bone dry dust bowl harboring fuchsia scorch marks landscape scars fracking remnants humanityβs blight my line of sight tracks trite sprites pixie wings and bath salts eating dog faces for jesus or worse feces out of hunger horrified I recoil to a safe spot within again with old friends in the din I win