Viacon

Smoldering dawn, arise from the sickened bedpost

I lay wet in your unfolding demeanor

Guide yourself over the pastures of something new and abused

6,000 iron crosses stitched over a dead thump

Beady eyes swollen from a night long delusion

Twenty dozen beings televised as a legion

I see their elongated mouths

Shaped into a jarring scream

They beckon the others who beckon in past

Black masks and a dismal, drab bat

Oh great mighty ouroboros of pain

We line up in collusion, in decorated tame

And just like a switch we swing carelessly when slaved

Sweaty, cold palms gripping our journalistic bias

And drained and covered in paste from a long days craze

My own faults hidden, for may in flame forgave

I can't help but ponder on the coming terror wave

A swift tsunami of confusion washing over us, turning our pupils blood red

Will we salivate when our vices call

When our perception of the New American Century turns powerhouse overnight

One side demonic and the other benign

I think not for they both decide

So the other is housed in colors of fire

Abound in old Russian circles they also conspire

To bring us away from the market of voice

Just like the bald wailing child waving a shrill, tainted choice

For in this unjust battle royale

The young Meyers lost in shuffle bore the most severe circumstance

This fringe dialect beginning to swipe up the innocent in its swirling tornado of design

Rolling over the founder fabric that is precious and precise

Yet off in the rafters the 15 pass around a spreadsheet

It designates the narrative and the proper channels of disgust

So that we can be handed our appropriate reaction

Shoveling what is seen, to be taken as word

Three branches on a tree that is growing and absurd

A series of events

The drone over Baghdad

The leaking of defense

Citizens on soil in a cafe, bombed penance

Birth certificates and the new president

Occupy begat the party begat the anti-fascist socialist

And out from it all some morphed conservative

Shat out an orange orangutan that shat all over this

Gave credence to the two sides that seem to dictate what it is