President Evil he is
devil incarnate
reformed formation of darkness
reaffirmed faith in pessismism
permission to interlope
granted
but never asked
we ask to be taken for granted
when our empty ballots
turn into empty palates
we hunger like death hungers for darfur
and linger as our fingers
dial to the monotonal tone
that watches over us...
empty ballots turn into
empty pallets
as empty wallets of starving artists
refuse to reuse imagination to create
because this ravished nation
is pre-date...
go back to where gregory hines first tapped
into savion glover's first tap
tap
tapping into bill bojangles' lyrical toe rap
wrapped toes of the cotton-bearers
and how they were watched over like dogs,
now americans are the slaves...
see how time reverses?
side-step
shuffle
shimmy-shimmy
back tap
tap back
snap back from reality's black grasp
to grab at the slice of americana
no one was meant to have at
so we tap back
as we're tapped at
tapped into
tapping into minds
by legal
lethal
injected into our systems intravenously
eviscerating our intelligence
with counterintelligence
surveillance
for the greater good
but good isn't great in a neighborhood
where we can't even take a piss
without worrying
that our toilets are spying
prying into our lives
what life?
life isn't worth living
when your life is no longer your property
given up trying to understand the war effort
when the effort of war is effervescent
give in to
giving up
sociopolitical sociopaths want us to serve in wars
that we didn't start,
and finish ourselves off for fun...
maybe in death...NO!
even in death, we'll be tapped into
watched by the sovereign
as the decomposition
he composes out of cacophonic screams for peace
is bellowed out by the fat lady
mercy. mercy me,
marvin crooned
darfur's gonna be over soon
the war's gonna be over soon
save us...
save us...
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