There is a madness about, a turning
There is a madness about, a turning,
a fever loose upon the broken land.
A toddler tantrum. The ever-banging
drum of Mine. Citizens! What can stand
against a country determined to self
-harm? You totter on a crumbling coast;
a fat palatial delusion of wealth--
entropy. Sitting on your stack. The most
successful hoarders on the good green earth.
But nobody laughs at your miserable junk:
The stuffed owner class who gild their worth,
whose biggest crimes are invisible gunk.
The hoard who want to be ruled & obeyed;
their minds surrendered to the holy blade.
—Patrick O’Leary
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