As it were, invisible threads woven
for the empress, to impress
with style, and in verse as a poet wrote
of the haute conspiraturé
as fashion, narratives changed weekly
to keep the panties in place,
for it's a slippery slope as with poetry
makes moist even deserts,
as an oasis becomes - it spreads to
make a lush forest instead.
For you can lie all the time
if nobody cares about the truth only
the bribes to pretend naught.
Upkeep'n maintenance of democracy
is only media propaganda
as people only want bread'n circus.
To be serious, is to be accused
stripped naked as a conspiracy theory,
when none dared to question ;
even doctors were quiet of the vaccines
when it was obvious to all
it was more lethal than the disease.
they only cared for money.
Yet none would admit to it
as children they became to blame
certainly she wore - nothing.
I can only say it was very fine clothes
she had on - but oh - how I
would have liked her naked instead.
in the Brave New Worlders
vote for me, baby, to borrow more
than your neighbour,
but I don't vote in their democracy
I can only write poetry of it
as a warning to future generations
if they survive the stupidity.
I doubt it for the moment here
So many pills against depressions
as the hyenahs howls for more
Ah - ! I owe a blowjob for this story
but as so many gift cards
it will never be claimed or exchanged
and there is no return of it,
it flutters in the wind as the dress
of whom was it then still,
I do not know - but to type it here
that she may know others
took notice - of what they did not.
As in a thrift store they wrote
it was earrings - knew not even
it was for nipples instead.
But its shape came from eyes as tears
to make ponds instead
for to be touched is like poetry
if by words or image,
or art or craftmanship to make
instead of war to sell
for the glory of nothing at all
when you can't create :
Caligula was correct to have
some catapults throw rocks
into the ocean - "Victory!"
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