democracy dies under jabba the chief

democracy dies under jabba the chief

slimy orange sack encapsulating
every maleficent bare bone ever
metastasized by a capitalism’s
corrupted, unadulterated greed
loosed upon culture without any checks
feeding off the flesh of anything good
the remnants and remains of which dripping
from the corners of his mouth as he chews
to grasp air with every gluttonous bite
the disgust he serves only to digest
and destroy decency only surpassed
by his sloth of speech and thought and his damned
pride of ignorance and evil and lack
of education that is emboldened
by lack of any critical thinking
an earthworm brained nematode with a lust
for women who must vomit at the sight
of his mucus-coated-fat-segmented
body, those chosen relent or are raped
like the two thirds of the country that he
was elected to lead by a pious,
self-righteous, provincial minority
a muck monster manifested by all
the collective sins of capitalism
a self-bloated blob that is envious
of the previous leaders who were loved
without insistence or continuous
need for affection or a loyalty
a slimy toad filled with a wrath and rage
at the thought that any righteous person
could exist much less hold this same office
before he pinwormed his way in with his
brutish, villainous minions who took
hold and definitely would not relent
even in the face of reason and fact
like a broken and wet and dirt-filled chaise
collapsing under this nasty scumbag
of repugnant, capitalistic shit—
being compacted in that breathless space
is reason and right and wrong and the light
of education and human kindness,
voices of a people suffocated

READ NEXT:  Skeletor Graffiti

Be sure to share and comment. And subscribe.

Comment early, comment often, keep it civil:

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.



Please comment & share with friends how you prefer to share:

Follow The Showbear Family Circus on WordPress.com

Thanks for reading the Showbear Family Circus.
  1. Like this, very noir. Can smell the stale smoke and caustic aroma of burnt coffee. That mewling grunt of a…

  2. Years ago, (Egad, 50 years ago!) I was attending Cal (Berkeley) I happened to be downtown, just coming out of…

Copyright © 2010— 2023 Lancelot Schaubert.
All Rights Reserved.
If we catch you using any of the substance of this site to train any form of artificial intelligence, we will prosecute
to the fullest extent permitted by any law.

Human children and adults always welcome
to learn bountifully and in joy.