The Project

the current year is forty-five squared

after some supposedly important dude

walked the earth to save it from itself,

and it's the year of the project that

nobody honestly asked for

but in the land of first past the post,

the dumpster fire that's the hue of citrus

is as, if not, more popular than the

figure mentioned in the prior stanza

and that previously mentioned savior

might take severe issue with the tenets

of the project

or not, because it's not like his

method of communication was all

that coherent, all that concise,

all that clear to start with

but the savior hasn't emerged

again in two millennia, and

the ones pushing the project

are astute enough to know

that their divine dictator

gave them free will after all

say goodbye to the D,

to the E, to the I,

just to return us to

when cotton bales

reached the sky

say goodbye to food help

because of the tariffs,

say hello to more funding

to help the county sheriffs

say goodbye to the folks

who pick the veggies and fruit,

because they are stealing the jobs

and wrecking the culture to boot

ice should only be in your

Arnold Palmer, and not patrolling

the streets of our major cities

but the citrus sack of crap is

now following frog boy and his minions,

and they all intend to return this

sad nation to a place that was

far worse than before

because ethnostates are now just

paradises that got lost on the road

to equality and progress

but we've gone down the wrong road

willingly, because bad promises being kept

are still promises being kept

who cares if the promise keeper is a

felon the hue of a hunter's jacket,

the assassin's bullet missed after all

so here we are, in a place

nobody really wanted to be,

and yet so many wanted to be,

a year into this rancid project

and what benefits are we reaping

from it?

pennies have been abolished

from circulation, but what sense

does that make when they want

the black gold beneath Venezuela's

exclusive economic zone?

this is just business as usual,

but being fueled by the highest

power can of libertarian Monster

in existence

the chaos is the mere start,

the gutting of the corpulent shell

is really the point of the project,

gutting the side that barely helps

the citizenry, not the side that keeps

the gilded class happy and awash in

neverending profits

who honestly asked for this?

who really wants this lie shoved

at themselves willingly?

so many did and they went

first past the post for it,

the project that resurrects

the dream of ethnostate utopia

and the rest of us have to pay

the price for this project

welcome to the new nightmare

in my middle age

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

You said it very bluntly. For those that still support their orange idle are lost in the black hole of his lies.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Full on agree with you. Thank you, friend.