When you support a slime dog,
a lying lecherous lout,
an enigmatic egotist
who bickers for a bout,
a leader on a mission
to glorify himself,
your motivation is in question.
Are you some Santa’s elf?
Are you warming up for war time?
to test the new reserves?
to annihilate their enemy?
and fray the public nerves.
Do you want to test your weapons? and courage in a war?
where those who vote against you must suffer for the score?
You’ve been conned and coddled by insidious ideas
ignominiously invented
by an ego in arrears.
The answer to frustration
where people bristle pistols
is to conjure up an enemy
and invent a new epistle.
The tension in the air
usually dissipates with drugs
and the system takes control
of the raging rampant thugs.
