Bora born
Said the spider to the fly _
Protestors' hip joined chatter their needs, peaceful
intent the epicenter thempla define.
To washington they came in moral support
for the man they support constantly debauched
by powers of darkness where light fails to shine.
Sinister plans, deception lays hold, practice
makes perfect, when the narrative knows who's boss.
Inside the stone house built by slaves, they meet in
a fashion yet the bait's been laid, cops invite
them inside, rev heads censure flipped coins; peace lost.
Truth inverted, thempla take the bait, those memed
desolate brains, spiflicated fall in line.
The narrative prepared to destroy his lot
four years he survived treasonous lies like a pox
a future of lawsuits preset to imbibe.
Blame the other for what you do, an evil
marxist projection, focused cognitive abuse.
A dissonance of the first order practice
refined, surreal it would seem to healthy minds
overthought others their marbles to lose.
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© 14th jan 2021 _ Ian James Daniel
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