'2+2=3'
Go, on say it
Aren't you free?
You must be free.
Your Loving Leader
orders you to be

Love is hate
Hate is love
Whatever He says
Is the reality

'We good, they bad'
'We good, they bad'
'We good, they bad'
Repeat after me

What do you mean
'Yesterday you said a different thing'
I said nothing
You know nothing
This is the first time you're hearing me speak

All prostrate before our great, good leader
Magnificent, omniscient, transcendent leader
He never killed any except
His enemy

He can do no wrong
He sees us all
He loves us all
So he kills them all
It's only for
our benefit

What do you mean
'He's not giving us food'
Come on mate
Don't be silly
You've been fed
4 time today
You just couldn't
Understand it
He's done more good
Than anyone
Before in history

Whatever he says
Is reality
He can alter
History

What do you mean
'He's a dictator'
Don't you remember
You chose him
Democratically

You're free
Say anything
Do anything
Except anything
Improper to Him

We are all equal
He's just more equal
Help him create
The perfect society

"Art" that's evil
"Sports" don't bother
"Science" oh brother
Why do believe in such fantasies
Just follow Him
He'll lead you the promised land
Understand?

'Those men, over there
They are the devils'
You say they're good
No they are not
Now you are irritating Him
We must teach you a lesson
Surrender to Our Leader
He calls you tomorrow
Go, don't be afraid
He won't hurt
He'll just proselyte you lovingly
Oh, those machines of torture
Don't be afraid
THEY ARE JUST FOR YOUR BENEFIT

Today,
At the 19th hour 8th minute and second 4th
We'll have a meeting
To celebrate
His Highness
Don't be late
NOT A SECOND LATE

You wouldn't want to anger Him
Or he'll vaporize you
Lovingly

legs dangling by the edge
of a roof, survivor of the winds
my stomach grumbles painfully
and i’ve grown numb to the cold night

our president is sleeping like a baby
unlike the new born next roof
lying in a bucket as a crib
and the elderly hanging on by a twig

everyone hasn’t stopped crying
since the rescue boat for vips passed by
but i already emptied myself
two typhoons ago, two weeks ago

i will not drown in the tears of ulysses
i will not lose any more of myself
i will not lose myself
so i can fight for those who did

my youthful rage goes beyond cruel weather
i will not let political leaders get away with ******
revolution transcends threats
we’ll make sure he never forgets

mister president, we are suffering
the consequences of your conceit
mister president, we are dying
with only our dignity left to eat

I’m waiting out the day
with minimalist hopes
and recycling anxiety.

I’m waiting for the hour
for a smooth transfer of power
or for things to go sour.

I’m waiting for the word
after a period of counting
for freedom’s call
or an accelerated freefall.

Everything was dull,
you know? Another dark and
dull pandemic week.

But now: OH, MY GOD,
I'M SO EXCITED!! - I can
hardly eat or sleep!!

Gloomy clouds of doom
dissipated when I heard
our President's speech!

The pandemic's past
it's peak he said, it'll be over
by the election!

Two Days!! There will be
DATING SOON - I can scarcely
curb my elation!

I ran to find my
mom - she'll appreciate this
new revelation.

See - I'll need an all
new wardrobe - we've a shopping
list to complete!"

"I need EVERYTHING
in two weeks - MY GOD, is there
even time to sleep???"

"Trump can't just make that
call" she said, (she knows, she's a
doctor after all)

"The President would
never miss-lead us, there are
peoples LIVES at stake!"

"And the people would
would remember, it's on the
news for heaven's sake!"

"Besides, if he
lies and people die - it's a
crime not a mistake!"

Oh, the corpses that float

In the shadow of

the New Colossus.



A gift that should

have been taken back

by the French

long ago.



The lies of her crown

of her torch

her tablet

upon which writ

was a cattle call

to the enslaved and persecuted

within our own walls.



Is it justice?

Is it fate?



Whence they tear from you

your robe



the tarping

they use for Army tents.



Before they nailed you

to the stake,

they made you dance

a little.



Wave your torch over your head

so they can see the light

bounce off your tired *******

and crest the slump

of your dimpled ***.



Your crippled legs beg for a kneel.
 

Yet you dance on.



In vain.



You will still not be spared.
 

When they stripped you of your crown,


Did you know they were serious?



Plucking from it the thorns,

that became the spikes

that held you upon and to

the stake.



The rust from your green palms.



Blood red and weary.



Not a tear,

as they douse you in oil

and sneer through expensive veneers.
 

The cash at your feet

was not an offering,

but instead,

a wick.



Your hallowed bones

and hollow soul,

the offering.



That beacon,

that torch,

meets the fuse.



As a chorus of laughter rises

from the company of despots

at the backwoods ceremony this is-



as the light of your wilting steel

and melting carcass

flicks off of their contorted faces-



can you tell me;



Is this the rooster coming to roost?



Is this the reaping of the sowed?




Is this a lie laid to rest?
 

Or,

would you have rather drowned-



Like the tablet they stole from you

and threw in the ocean.



To rest in the shadow of a wall.

If we vote you out we'll celebrate and throw the biggest party
Trump Baby please just go

And if we vote you out we'll buy many tickets from the biggest lottery
Trump Baby please just go, we don't want you to stay

A vote like ours is a vote to ease the mind
We'll never let them slip away!

You've gone too far and now are in a bind
How can you last another day?

When November comes we'll  have no regrets
Of votes we'll cast that day

A vote like ours is a vote to be enshrined
Joyously casting them that day!

You've gone too far and leave no peace of mind
How did it all end up this way?

When November comes we'll  have no regrets
Of votes we'll cast that day

And if we vote you out we'll buy all the tickets from the biggest lottery
Trump Baby please just go, we don't want you to stay

Oh Trump, we just got to have you leaving, yeah
Trump baby please just go, just go, just go

He uses Twitter, Twitter, Lord it is  frightening,
All you can see, is flat out crazy
He thinks his Twitter, is a world full of wonder,
Lying and blunders, for all to see!

Everyone Tweets to a certain degree,
Mostly kind and gentle to see,
Tricks he will do when MAGA appear,
They wear no masks when he's near!

He uses Twitter, Twitter, Lord it is  frightening,
All you can see, is flat out crazy
He thinks his Twitter, is a world full of wonder,
Lying and blunders, for all to see!

That feeling—
Night running between tree trunks,
Bark scraping your cheeks—
Before smashing face-first into:
Goosebumps,
   Neck snapped,
      The blood leaks,
That feeling is freedom—
Before you awake unfeeling your body,
Legs useless, mouth drooling dumb,
Welcome! You're one of us now,
The obedient numb.
I can! replaced by May I?
Physical stagnation, ornamental degradation
of the soul: the will dies always
Alone.