Time to give up HOPE, wanna-be, try-hard, big wig politicians bore
immaculate holes through my retinae with sharp, shish kebab skewers
mission accomplished, eyes impaled by medical-grade metal meat sticks
enormous applause from their life-long retinue, a job well done, pour
the critic a drink, nobody reads what she writes because no one reads
on podcasts they hear mindless drivel, opinions, dredged from the sewers
give me liberty or give me death, such speech acts, hypocrisy tricks
intelligent ears to believe a militia defends our freedoms
visions of angles shed light, particles scatter, snake oil chieftain leads
embryonic swells to tsunami strength wavelengths, time gathers no moss
under Title IX, how much closer the critic getting the facts straight
pretend the drift shifts to the other shore to catch off-guard the big boss
Humanity bakes in the desert on acid, CIA tempts fate
Obey principles before the military explores new kingdoms
Pray the President, a charlatan in disguise, doesn't make a speech
Enter the graveyard of rhetoric, orators delight in false HOPE
with stains in my eyes, no longer without blemish, only my deep eye
answers the question politicians fail to ask, Dark Hype overreach
not the government, the systems of capital guarantee pure greed
never hurt a fly, Warren Buffett and Bill Gates offer you no dope
ask gray-haired snake oil salesman Slick Willy Barack if HOPE is a lie
BELIEVE in false HOPE, eight years, administration, failure to achieve
exit the White House, gray-haired, Waiting for Godot, our Apollo Creed
try to understand, I might imagine a land of milk and honey
remember to laugh at the pantomime of trite rhetoric we learn
yesterday, as kids, indoctrinated in lies, who earns the money
hype the capital with government overreach, the money we burn
as old currency, print bills hard to counterfeit, in Trust we BELIEVE
remember to laugh at atheists who BELIEVE not in God but truth
demonic Christians cast aspersions with false HOPE, cast stones as beliefs
bind true opinions found in the Bible as facts, buy me a podcast
ingenious white glove masterminds prove criminals ignorant as proof
gin tastes far better than bottom shelf tequila, still, keep your hands clean
welcome the white glove masterminds who steal nothing from as bas-reliefs
in sculpture offer virtual reality for cold stones outlast
guarantees of HOPE, BELIEVE Dark Hype Capital, bullshit artists paint
portraits of big shots, fat cats, and politicians, the fuse remains green
only Lucas owns the Force, stolen from old films, Welsh poets stay drunk
lift whisky glasses to toast the pickled, dead bard, but reading glasses
indeed crush lenses with Spinoza the outcast, the elephant trunk
trumpets a new age of trumpery, of no use to inane asses
indeed, asinine, with long donkey ears who bray while meat skewers taint
clarity of mind, only my deep eye observes the world in the dark
inside my mind cave, I, unlike Asterion, find truth as my guide
art of the blind eye, the prehistoric poet, captures with a spark
not the present strife, not centuries of false HOPE, but the suicide
selfless monks offer in their self-immolation, protests against hate
bride after bride walks down the aisle without false HOPE, to shed all false pride
objects correlate academic statistics, the truth against fate
reason proves her point, walks away from arguments, she opens the door
exit by trap door, hidden underneath the floor, only God is great
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