The Emperor has no clothes

Do you love
you love
your racism
and machismo
more than
the foundations
of a democracy?


Theocracy meets the opportunistic hypocrisy.

From the mouth
of despots,
who could not
pass a civics test
on that which
is to be defended…
alas the bewitched
are beholdened to
those who are
shallow… and exist
only to have
their ego fed,
leaving people
in rooms
falling out, but…

hey
I’m just a poet…
but Hades
is hot,
metaphorically speaking…
I ain’t preaching
but I’m just
saying.

Being strange
bellicose and belligerent
with the gibberish…
doth not a policy
make.

Know the foolish
by their fruit…
it is rotten
to the root,
clothed in
ill fiited suits
and awkward
moments.

Those who don’t read
can’t intercede
on topics
of maximum
importance…
like the Jester
having domain
of a full court,
teaching calculus
or leading governments
instead of
playing the
role of the buffoon,
we can’t assume…
that all can see
that the Emperor has
no clothes…
he ain’t swoll
or muscular…

not a strong man
but a coward,
have a seat Momma –

I’ll be damned
if I let these fools
minimize women.

actually they
have jelly rolls
lo and behold…

sliding messages
in via poetry.

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A live reading of the above piece, complemented by the Son Unit on guitar.

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