Swamp

He awakes in a poll position
Quixotic choke-on-a-silver-spoon
Quite numb to new information
Spite-holding his breath until he's blue
My turn to sit in the big chair
"My turn to say I'll drain the swamp
My turn to throw a slice and then sit back and watch"

With seeming disregard for place from which it crawled
Bloated and lofted
Gross thing adorns righteous mantle
Crown made from oiled animal
And smiles

It's all self-immolation
"Hey man, I'm just doing what I'm told"
Removing points of friction
Return to propaganda show
Herr Preacher wants more power
Mein gott says it's a matter of when not if
Amphetamine radio hour
Sprinting like lemmings off a cliff

This is a triumph - FINALLY
A blessing for the Church of Well-Fed Worms
A blessing one rears its head every generation
A blessing it eats its young



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Writer(s): Brandon Resop
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