Election Blues

oh
how I can’t wait to greet our always sweet
shiny leaders of Crater Earth
with arms straight out towards circus skies
with an opened mouth
our precious chosen litter of the latest secret breeding
clones by natural
ever-present Evil eye
dark
untouchable nobility

they spin them fresh for us
for every generation
for every human wave
simple
performing acts of reptilian Lord
as shiny leaders come to appease
instruct
and lead closing dance macabre
an inside little dent with bipolar carousel
another day
another age of hell
another waste of perfectly deceived humanity
coming to the farm you happen to live on as an ape with a face
now ape
what are you staring at?
sailing skies is not allowed
bend your stinking neck
and go back to work