Ache and swell a screaming Zenith-
Exactly half of this is madness,
Three quarters silence:
The blood and shit miasma of humanity
Moaning its shame heavenward-
Vitruvian perfection hellbent on Self destruction.
Where are you in this seething mass
/Carnival masque
/Pulpit mob
Burning the mosque?
Playing marry fuck kill
With the many faces of the
Six armed god/dess of moral abnegation.
Who are you in the horror show,
Stopping to celebrate mediocrity
in every nuance of the hyperflesh monster
Peeling away salted layers of hope
to dash against the pale fishbelly of the impotent machine.

I await your resignation, sir, Please,

Sign on the slashed throat line of the society you slaughtered and see yourself

Out of time.