Beyond Void (O, My Word)

 

"My word is my bond"
     word bound
  bound to a sound
  sounding as if
"my word is my bond"

Technically,   truth is mere
        burden here, in light of
facts having no reality, but
given such a formidable facade,
thing seem
dour(?),  dire(?), grievous(?)....o, what is
that word, that void, that craving, that
I look for among the horrors of a heart
failed and a child so so gone?

The world, it's beauty when love is intact
and flowing, is being slaughtered with words,
of bullets in the street, (seven in the back of
one man close range point blank}.........lets take
this opportunity to vandalize, then militarize at
 the whims of a guy with a plastic comb'over.
A wealthy dude with want to manipulate a reason
 to invoke martial law.
                   Dire times, dour times, with lethal virus
hanging over all this human volume. Either way,
much too fat, or starving for anything of this shallow
nothing  public spectacle of want, want, want,
of this or that rich as an ersatz king liar politico
with child's mind in a kind of power-suit imagined being,

Outside, a would be warlord is swingin  his dick around,
A torpedo on  a string looking for a phony enemy on which
to blow his load. A bona'fide chicken shit ass,  (and
wholly asinine as can  be seen),, with a lust for creation of
the perfect opportunity to strike down sisters, brothers,
mothers, fathers.  Hell. Let the kids play in the burning streets.
They'll all get what they deserve. All because of Biden.

All the more reason for a 2nd civil war.
                                       What the fuck?
  
                                     It could  be big fun.


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