I have nothing left
The heft of my mother tongue
Once flung hither and yon
Fond of a catchy phrase
Seared and braised with sardonic wit
Fit for the round table of lingual adroitness
Now voiceless
Halted by the bloom of
Seeming apocalyptic doom
What the fucking fuck is
The goon squad up to?
Their blathering free flowing hyperbolic blow holing
A toxic spray aerosolizing our oxygen uptake
with oxymoronic remakes
Of all we hold near and dear
For fuck's sake
Their drip, drip,drip infusion
Mainlines confusion, gaslighting delusion
Their game is clear
Win at all cost
Demonize a government, now lost
Reeling from the wrecking ball
Of greed corruption and sycophantic suck option
Is their end game near? The antics of fear:
Brown shirt thuggery, knee to the throat
The Cheshire gloat of intervention deception
Peppering protest at the behest
Of a sociopath, preening before his narcissistic visage
Dreaming of riches and rubles and lineage,
Bent on autocracy, undermining democracy
And we, The People, take heed
Take note - Take out the garbage
And VOTE!
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