The Cabal

written in December '23

the cabal is coming…supposedly

 

of course, certain chicken littles

were prophesying this warning

two decades ago…with minimal success

 

but maybe, just maybe…

they’ll be correct this time around

 

about a decade ago,

an obese, tangerine failure

arose from the already burning,

ever-present, floodlight wide-beam

dumpster fire called

the American experiment,

the American experience,

the American establishment…

 

and he made America

greatly bigoted again

 

but that’s shortsighted,

shortchanging the narrative

that’s always been present

beneath the surface

 

America has been stamping

her bigotry across everything

from the beginning,

from sea to shining sea

 

that sounds pretty salty

to the blinded ones,

but considering that the

policies of the past inspired

a certain figure across

the shining sea to the east…

 

nobody can be truly forgiven

for being that ignorant

 

and the currents are like

the ones in the shining sea,

always circular and circuitous,

coming back around to where

they once began

 

and there’s a strong possibility

that a war of incivility is on the horizon…

 

the sky is falling,

the chicken littles again scream

and the detractors scoff it off

as nothing of consequence

 

yet, no one expected a coming

war on March 4, 1857 yet it

occurred only four short years later

 

of course, this is the cycle of things

in the country that pretends to be the

greatest one on the planet

 

the cabal pretends to be elected

and re-elected peaceably every

four years, yet we know it’s the same

elitists that have been there from the

beginning, stamping everyone down

with the power they wield

 

and they stoke the fires of hatred

so we fight one another on the same

plane while they look down upon us

from their supposed higher, better plane

even though the uppers and lowers,

the haves and have-nots all

exist on the same plane,

exhibiting the same biology

 

this country may be on the verge of

desecration after stumbling and bumbling

along for two-and-a-half centuries and it

might be time for the lumbering giant to

take the dirt nap it so desperately deserves…

 

even though the cabal will do everything

it can to see that doesn’t happen, because

the profiteers no matter how violent

it may or can become

 

happy birthday to me, indeed!