2020 Election Death'o'Democrazy NightMare Dream
Grief synonymous wit transfiguration
that comes a'guised in death.
Yet all is calm, quiet in the factor'ies.
Meltdown from a shutdown or "is it" t'other way'round ?
Money or people? wit corrupt economy'kapital,
goose layin' (olden) egg, as the Gold Standard is way passe.
Gotta run it all on toiletpaper-strength imaginary credit, so's
the wealth (wealthy) will never be compromised.
But the real people? The better to fuck them wit....dopey dupes dey be.
prayspeak all'o yo mercies when
th'lections all come betabulated,
& prayspeak, some One throws a petulant, adolescent fit gettin
them proudboys militias QnonQs brainfucked (patr'idiot) minions to a
Civil War wit they's basemental hid auto'play quickshot play'things,
acting out G.I.Joey prophecy to Save this
o,o,o, azz'hole sweet (OUR country!) nation ('tis'o thee,
Sweetland of Li'ber'ty------------freedom + justice for All (thee)
whiteboy Foundling Fa'thers.....
(Look! I'm immune! (you fucking fools....this country's full of imbeciles.
That's why I'm so Rich") )
O, whatta Poem, watta POOM we got us here.
lord. i hates it (this po'em).
it away, Mildred. In thee