Kill your Idols
Throw them down —
your hairpiece messiahs
and your lesser evils
Your cult-like parties
will kill us all —
like the Ouroboros
eating its tail —
you push your head farther
and farther
up your own ass.
Look up —
Your smartphone makes you dumb
Wake up —
Your smartphone makes you numb
Grow up,
it’s getting late.
Used youth and
adolescent adults,
your blood is oil
greasing the indifference engine.
Callow heroes and
Simple-minded saviors
make poor shepherds
with neither crook nor clever
to ward the wolves —
and the wolves will feast
while Twitter gods bleat
the latest fashion fuck-up,
and presidential mincemeat,
while our truths lay
fat and bloody for the beast.
Hollow headspace,
mouthpiece, red face,
parasitic hypocrites,
sound bite critics —
Rise and follow?
No.
Rise and remember —
Justice is not measured in decibels
nor public displays of aggression,
nor is it the product of political parties,
whether pumpkin, teacup, or snowflake.
Liars are not leaders,
just the hard-ons of true-believers
dressed in whatever’s trending
ethical concerns suspending
while you eat it up
beg for more,
and I have to ask:
Are you willfully ignorant
or just stupid?
Go home, children,
go home and kill your idols
before they kill you.
