Too much, the relentless
fowl odorous stench of lies,
told so eloquently
through hard colorless eyes
and hard mouth, metal edged,
no heart aspired, no truth implied,
as words form in voids of meaning,
truth veiled so cleverly and hog-tied.
Ugly is as ugly does,
and heartless pretends to be above
the harsh reality of its being,
the scope of hateful and self-gratifying ploys
to win a trust so fragile
and employ a master plan in evils name,
a game any sentient soul could claim to see,
past all the slight of hand and artistry.
So dismissed the truth
leaking adrift of its source, yet placated,
in a game of the slighted,
blame and pass it on,
redacted with the redolent scent of roses,
innocence endowed by God himself,
but eroded by a watchful eye,
that sees the dark intent beneath.
If someone shows you
who they truly are, believe them,
the games and clothing we must ignore
for the reality underneath,
for stealth is a thinking man’s game,
up close it looks a joke, if it weren’t so starkly true,
hidden in plain sight, what a game,
what a ruse for a leader, elect.
What have we come to,
how could this actually happen,
a man so vastly under-qualified,
a scam-er of amoral state, exemplified,
to mediate and administrate human souls,
run a country and speak as a roughneck
of common and unrefined resolve,
such a travesty, the misery of a system bleeding.
The cost too great,
buried deeper a country once great
now losing ground, a laughing stock,
led by a man who would be dictator
wanting to be worshiped,
while all that once impressed, is laid to rest
with the echoes of a Twitter account,
revealing just how wrong it is.
Tony DeLorger © 2018