drone blares
your skull box gunshot,
alone
in the one tone.
Lying in a pool of muck
went and got your
whatnot
wet.
You,
you with your revolutionary
brainwasher
big talk!
Lesser losses
slosh in some distance
on the shores of the stars
lost
looking for a name
in a list.
But
for God's sakes
don't call it a dream
you
warmonger
whore
mocker!
It's
the fabric
of hypocrisy
over your face
you feel
but if you look beneath...
you might not like what you see.