Coat of Hypocrisy

Biden’s crime bill,

3 strikes you’re out,

war on drugs,

clean the streets,

highway infrastructure,

create crack,

911=patriot act,

give up your rights, smartphone legal agreements=legal spying,

$20,000 for insulin to survive,

fake a financial crisis,

steal peoples (homes),

folks cutting insulin like heroine because they can’t afford to feed their family...

Fear of crime-

creating the atmosphere of crime is the exact goal.

Poor people with no chance to get out get real angry.

“A hungry mob is an angry mob”

Cage a human for profit, cage a soul for personal gain...

"Only Law & Order gets us out" Awkward bible, burning gas, unfamiliar scenes at St Johns feet, desert tan tanks, humvees, armed military.

Peaceful democracy playing out inside a jail of force like ants astray on a hot summer sidewalk.

Profiting off another persons misery, America’s SOP.

Pandemic! Democrats do this,

Republicans do this; everyone, “wtf?”...

world without definition, America without leadership. Leaders only lead because it’s innate.

Whenever there is a void of leadership,

leadership will rise.

BLACK

LIVES

MATTER. Protests. Skinheads foment riots. Poor people loot because they’re poor.

Cozy white folk blame protests.

Coronavirus set ablaze.

Plandemic, man made,

Fuck your mask. Fuck your selfishness. Fuck you, fuck you too.

Seemingly last chance to save this dying marriage...

the last kid/pregnancy didn’t work, the cute puppy didn’t either.

Coming in like a motherfucking

Ah Pook!

to create unexpected, unimaginable destruction,

while making it look like it’s “THEM” that did it...

WMDs? = no trust.

No news any longer. Opinions only.

No bill of rights. Jurisprudence’s candle light vigil,

of forever,

beginning to fade.

2 if by, 1 if by, none alongside.

Vapid moments of confusion.

Anxious, thick, forceful hands gripping the neck.

Control popping from the inner consciousness like

snakes

made of smoke.

I’m dizzy.

Hollow emotional connections inside the rushing river starting to equal beliefs.

No roots towards thinking-

equals-

No fruit to nourish.

Feeling like a tired coat, wrinkling from past wearing's, hanging on a hook...

Waiting to be used.