I was drowning in lip service
Suffering the smell
Retching in a small alcove
Hoping never to be found
Trying to survive the taint
Of lowly peasants riding high
Praying for replacement with fevered sweat
Bulging waistlines
Sanctimony so thick
I thought I was standing in a landfill
Oh say can you puke
From the dawns early nightmare?
Dripping words
Of self-satisfying sleaze
Inundate the airwaves
In search of power
In search of young hot flesh
Loosening a bulbous/pock-marked tie
Demeaning her with a tiny flag pin
Hanging lifeless
From an impotent lapel
There can be no consummation
But there will be urination!
On the lips of the future
While phallic discourse
By desperate white men
Rages on
Searching and seizing
All that remains
Their place in history
So pointless
Better to die prostrate
Before the masses
Where drive-by shootings
Speak the truth
The right-now of the abyss
Which has looked back
And found it so repelling
It crawled into a festering sewer
Just to get away
Cool…