The fall of civilization?
It's worse than ever.
The president's a predator.
Severing the center
of all faith's endeavor.

In the political theater,
is there none left to deter
the destructive fervor
of he who eats forever,
and the treasury deleter?

Can we possibly endure
the elusive obscurer
who denies the blur,
that all sides incur
when their lies inure
in the mind of the voterrrr?

Prrrrrobably not.

The new-normal is "Hypernormalization,"
of which
few things rhyme,
but,
given time,
we're certain to accept,
the only "truth" there is,
is what the president says.

I have figured it out.

The alchemical formula for love.

- 1 parts pain
- 2 parts fear
- And a whole lotta dopamine (to taste)

whenever your master
tells you to celebrate,
you have found glory
within the context of
submission

Take off your mask, fascist
You don't need it anymore
We all see what you are.
We guessed the intention
of yer dog-whistling gesture.
giggling behind your
festering red-tie vestiture.

What a joy to be
in the land of the free
With you and your
little boy cronies
playing make-believe
wannabe king.

Play soldier next.
Step up strong.
Wear that uniform.
Dye it black, and tacticool.
Dripped in silver skulls.

Grow a little mustache.
Ride that edge.
Put that X
on a red field,
in a white disk.

Your perception of resistance is your obsession with the other. Let it go.

You cry, "I don't care about what other people think," but you know—

Those thoughts that you resist are the ones you struggle with. So you see.

That foe you're aiming toward is not outside of you. It's in thee.

Allow me to disseminate
my messages of hate.
Do not deny me
my misinformation.

You have no right to regulate
the falsehood that I state.
Do not attack
my fabrication.

The People must participate
in my bad-faith debate.
Do not obstruct
my obfuscation.

Take me at my word.
(Or don't.)

Your voice cannot be heard.
(Or won't.)

The lies I spoke,
are only jokes.
And you will indulge
my exaggeration.

Pick the news
that best suits you.
And you will hear
my proclamation.

The only truth
is what you choose.
And you will accept
my validation.

No matter what you do,
you will hear the words I say.

No matter what, or who,
you will thank me as you obey.

Looking inward
And feeling down
Doing all this self-searching.

In brainy head
I'm digging 'round
while querulously lurching.

"Self, O' Self,
Cannot you say...
What it is that is that 'I'?"

Answers came,
(but two or three)
And surely didn't satisfy...

So, I peeked that brain
outside my cave,
to see myself externally.

Calamity!
The Earth's aflame!
And someone else has seen me!

I must abscond
in quick retreat,
while abandoning my query.

I shall pivot then,
in mock defeat.
To Escapism, my Sanctuary!