citric sepsis

what do you do
when the system of
checksansbalances
refuses to perform
its elected duty

as the cuntiest
clementine curries
a societal collapse
claiming a surplus
while the farmers
learn what it means
to let them eat cake

the speaker of the closet
refuses to swear in
the deciding vote to
expose the pedo-in-chief
an obfuscation of malfeasance
while those in flight towers
work without a paycheck

a full time festival
spinning racist remarks
into thinly veiled threats
while the annoying orange
is shot full of herbert west’s
special serum to erase
sagging jowls long enough
to fully dismantle democracy
before letting the bloated
corpse finally fucking die

the silent generals
still sitting on their hands
after a man covered in
nazi tattoos shouted about
fat generals ignoring
the obese cheeto in
a loaded adult diaper
rambling incoherently
in rapid decomposition
five star cowards forgetting
to defend the nation they
solemnly swore to protect
from this very fucking threat

it feels like one of those
hidden camera shows where
a b-list celebrity will
tear off the fat suit
and tell the entire world
they have been pranked
while we all laugh nervously

it isn’t though
and no one is doing
a fucking thing
not one of the elected
officials who are
letting navel nemo
fiddle by the light
of the constitution burning

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