the performer

megalomaniac

wakes up one early morn

with a brand new personal plausible

excuse &

this will be the answer of all

answers for

her/him, so that s/he may

beat upon the drum

a new web of madness &

stir the masses like a

s**t covered stick in a bowl of

porridge.

 

religion & religion alone

lets the madwo/man find their

way, endeavoring to take on

the cause of others with more

gusto, bathing in the fictions,

taking her/his place in line behind

the millions of maniacs

who have come before them &

who will unfortunately

continue to conjure up the crowds

with the whipping hands,

with the “speaking in tongues” &

with the lavish getups abound---

all in the course of a

performance,

all the in the course of

events laid out to fit a plan

which has no meaning outside the

meaning invented

to illuminate a lie---

the biggest lie of all.

 

with this lie in hand,

s/he walks among those who have

had a s**t deal in life,

whose life continues to be s**t &

who in desperation,

have made themselves susceptible to

the trappings of wo/men like these

magical performers

armed with a lie &

all the time in the world to

further weave it into

the collective human

strivings.

 

when the performer is observed

by a rational wo/man,

who walks untouched by the

futile dreams of “gods” & “heavens,”

“angels” & “demons,”

there is a want to extinguish

the performance

which makes so many give up on

trying to pull themselves from the

sludge &

instead, pump all their energy, money &

time

into the furthering of the fictional

cause---

but where one fire is put out

another one sparks from the kindling of

the last,

building up the highest structure of

false hope

for another generation.