In the shadow of the depraved and frayed,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
a lady pledges to Ronald Reagan\u2019s name.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Heavy is the crown crafted with her iron fists.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Heavy smoke from the ideas on her hit list.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What do you expect from the class of \u201884?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What do you expect when the apple\u2019s rotten to the core?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She\u2019s choked with the chains that she adorns.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Sinister intentions mock the ones she scorns.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
False prophets \u2014 her counsel for misconduct \u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n
condemn her people whenever they\u2019re brought up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Liquescent eyes mirror numbers and products.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They examine the test scores of those who got shot up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
. . .<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Obstruction of justice, birthed from injustice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
One nation under a system of corruption.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Pledge allegiance to her flag of Reform and Regression.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Plans for aggression, digression, transgression, and repression.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No regard for the hearts of the harmed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Disregard the red flags and screaming alarm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDon\u2019t fight. Comply.\u201d Her attempt to connect,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
but it won\u2019t clean her mess, \u2018cause she won\u2019t confess.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
. . .<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Won\u2019t bless the rest. Lifeless, no blood.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
NPCs march to a beat with no drum.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mouths, no tongue. No air, vacant lungs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They whisper chaos, lies they\u2019ve spun.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Perform on command. Conform or die. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Reform to lies. No matter what the price.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Arrive early, leave late. Still, not on time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Plantation of damnation. That\u2019s the master\u2019s plan.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Slave to the whip in the master\u2019s hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Slave to her thoughts and commands.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Slave to her oppressive demands.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Slave to her recessive plans.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
. . .<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When did the way out become a dead end?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Burnt out, the final drag of a cigarette.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Cancer remains when love should take space.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nicotine, unyielding. Prescription for the old days.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
From paper bag lunches to plastic food.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Leeches on their tongues like elastic glue.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A fantastic, spewed, and crude mess of unchewed<\/p>\n\n\n\n
keeps them dull like their pencils, which are few.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Soapy hair, mangled in sticky knots.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cLate again?!\u201d Mental breakdown. Totally shot.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Last week\u2019s bath smells of rot.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBless you, haves, and damn you, have-nots.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Pill poppin\u2019. Kids stoppin\u2019. An epidemic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Lost, never found due to a pandemic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Only saved the ones with superior eugenics.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They only advertise the smiles of the photogenic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
. . .<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When the total number of prison cells <\/p>\n\n\n\n
is the difference from those that excel,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
it all adds up. To sum it up so well,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
the problem is the equation she sells.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She sells these cells coast to coast,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
north to south. From lowest to most.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
September to August. Winter to Autumn.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Bribes for kings and sheriffs. She\u2019s bought \u2018em.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
. . .<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Yet, in her midst, stands a herd of misfits <\/p>\n\n\n\n
with a twisted list. Undercurrent like yesterday\u2019s mist.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Steps as soft as a kiss with a poisonous tip.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Private plans to, in time, riot and blitz.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No opportunities missed. Better move swift.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They resist. They\u2019re pissed with the Miss.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
More than a wish, her crown to squish.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Red Hats and MFL Karens applaud her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cScrounge for your needs and be bought for a dollar.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But she couldn\u2019t have predicted the final lesson they taught her:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
. . .<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cFire between the lines, we\u2019re not the starters.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Your \u201cleadership,\u201d we won\u2019t take any longer.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Her Royal Highness couldn\u2019t stop the daughters<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and sons who thought up a lot of those thoughts of<\/p>\n\n\n\n
plots of plotting against the claws of<\/p>\n\n\n\n
her tyranny coated with pristinely flawed gloves.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They have a plan to rescue the banned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Righteous fire against the fire of the damned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWe are not the problem!\u201d It rocks \u2018em<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and haunts \u2018em unsparingly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
. . .<\/p>\n\n\n\n
False hope and salvation. She claims, \u201cYou\u2019re free.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The Class of \u201826 screams, \u201cGod save the queen!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The fire that was started long ago by her ego<\/p>\n\n\n\n
has turned on the queen and consumed her throne.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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