CHANGES IN E-MOTIONS
AND WHEN THE TWITTER KING AS
NERO
His consorts and advisors exposed as
Mussolini's lover
Hung from streetlights as any
dictator/Trumpeting "The People's Delight"
Our days are numbered,lovers.Our
nights are silken sheets.
Paper in the printer as the New Edict
is read.ALL CHANGE!
Today WHITE has been banned and MAUVE
as well
Tonight a different color might find
no credence here
The speech of flowers in a garden of
weeds
Rough magic in the broken windows
/burnt buildings
Faux news ,paid masked agitators
repeat Crystal Nights
Soon you will be wearing 666/or some
other numbers from THE MATRIX
When camps are secret as their
punishments,waterboard dissenters
Journalists long imprisoned /vilified
for disobedience
Old Empires mean nothing to the
Twitter King.
His weapon bluster and braggadocio.He
browbeats the weak
speaks down to all
subordinates,bullies those who speak
never mentions all those lawsuits
waiting in the wings to defeat
Light grows dim.Song of day turns
sullen in his sleep.
He awakes-to sit upon the pot-and send
another Tweet.
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