pathetic march

Pathetic March

Synthetic celebrity, courage among the crowds.

Our ruddy feces, safely hidden beneath black shrouds,

Proud of our brood, we vow to be viewed.

Mothers and daughters, sisters and friends,

We’re lewd yet we’re nude underneath our black ends.

King of the World within his own mind,

The traitor in chief surely left us behind.

Up from the bowels of the slimy bog,

Rising spasms of evasion, cloaked identity.

The corrupt yield takes form, swirling clogs

Putrid stench, Tradition’s legacy,

A landslide soiled our swamp from the Oval Office,

For the Trump card mucks the mire from Liberal profits.

 

All across the Nation our protest sustains,

Blatant chancres of political disdain.

From LA to Miami, Seattle to Maine.

Putrid pink blemishes exude our vile tasks.

From Longmont to DC no longer remains

Crude jokes so coagulate from behind blatant masks,

Lewd pokes at what we want to " yet cannot " trash.

We are modern women, Politically Correct,

Lesbians and Gays, Transgendered; perplexed,

Proud of the good little sheep we’ve all  become,

Venereal infection from our old to your young.

We’re b*****s and w****s, witches and more,

Divulging the remains of our long lost youths,

All still in dire need of yet another d****e.

 

SR Urie

Reviews

[mercy party]

Mask Changing is a very guarded art in Chinese Culture. It has become the art of American Government. New boss same as the old. Good Job in surfacing and tapping into that idea of absolute corruption in this poem. Good to see that you are awake.