The Oligarchs

The jackals scream in glee as they embark

On flights of retribution they so crave

Marionettes, they serve their oligarch

Puppet masters in their plan to enslave

They purge the ranks of all those who dissent 

They silence, mock, and cancel them on site

As posers look on in bewilderment 

While cowering in compromise and fright

But of the oligarch, please do not fret

For he shall soon be cut down like the grass

Hold your head high. You’ve nothing to regret

If you tell him to simply kiss your ass

Vain is the oligarch unto his death

His vanity is but a passing breath

Our Grifter

Our grifter, who art in DC

Hollow be thy game

Thy shakedown come

Blue pill be done

On facebook, 

As it is on twitter

Give us this day

Our covid checks

And forgive us our rent due

As you fail to forgive our taxes

Lead us not into awareness

But deliver us from freedom

For thine is the prison, the coercion, the narrative

Forever and ever. Amen and  Awoman

The Stasi Rises

Stasi rises amid the jackals cry

For retribution against the orange man

Stasi goes by the name of FBI

Make no mistake, they’ll catch you if they can

They say the sacred chamber was profaned

The jackals house, a solemn den of thieves

And parasites, whose outrage is all feigned

With posturing that no sane man believes 

Yet mankind has been down this road before

For there is nothing new under the sun

A time for peace and then a time for war

And now the time for judgement has begun

The wicked were made for the evil day

The righteous remain steadfast come what may

Enter The Dragon

“Domestic terror!” screams the teleprompt 

The empty suit gave voice to it. So grave!

The gaslighting continues as they stomp

Liberty’s gasping breath, while jackals rave

The jackals can’t repress their loud hee-haws

While posers sniff behinds through long grey trunks

As they embrace denial as their cause

With all the sanctity of Judas monks

But Truth will point toward the empty suit

While all sane men say “Suit, you have no clothes”

A gaslight masquerades as a refute

Derelict courts sit in silent repose

The old red dragon is about to rise

In one final gasp before his demise

The Choice

A Shakespearean sonnet in iambic pentameter

The jackals, how they posture and they preen

While making great pronouncements of their plan

And obsequious posers, they demean

Themselves, slavishly; every chance they can

The empty suit mumbles a platitude

Of reconciliation, then renounce

The black widow adopts an attitude 

Of wait until the time is ripe to pounce

But those with insight see it all unfold

The battle lines are drawn from left to right

Many will shake with fear as they behold

The glory of the Lion and His might

The lines are drawn and all must make a choice

To cower silently or raise your voice

The Jackals and the Posers

A Shakespearean sonnet in iambic pentameter 

The jackals, they all scream insurrection

And with one voice, they’re shouting “take his head”

“Don’t say of us we stole an election”

“Our sacred chamber was vi-o-la-ted”

The posers virtue signal their regret

“You know there’s only one person to blame”

“In good conscience, ourselves, we cannot let”

“Him challenge any crime to clear his name”

The faithful will see past this illusion

This psychodrama, writ large on the stage

Anchored against this storm of confusion

By Him who is the truth for all the age

By Him who said if you abide in Me

You’ll know the truth and it will set you free

No Rubicon

The paper tiger roared his last meow

The patriots, all gone, returned to home

The Caesar, tell me, oh where is he now?

No rubicon was crossed, no siege of Rome

"The empire's safe" proclaimed the empty suit

Vacuously, he reads his teleprompt

The senators cower beneath their chairs

Putting the lie, at once, to all their pomp

But though the hoi polloi had hoped for more

Even believed their tiger heaven sent

The best they could have hoped for on that score

That he should serve as a blunt instrument 

To shatter all illusions, as he did

So let us not begrudge his final bid