Autopatriotic Asphyxiation (A Tale of Masternation)

A sacred piece of polyester
subtlety slapped around the neck.
Set the tension just so.
Tight enough to bring about a high
while jacking off
to black and white stills
of Marine Le Pen.
Climax and the crescendo
of a classic hymn
cued up in the background
combine and culminate
in the kind of completely
self indulgent,
self destructive,
ecstasy normally reserved for kings.
Repeating every time
boredom comes around.
A little note on the kitchen
counter just in case
the gratitude is delayed,
or never comes,
and my 3 friends
have to cut me down.
Simply reading:
"Cheerio.
So long.
Au Revoir."