Trash Nation

Time will show the reason for your rhyme.
Minister or minstrel?
Joke or Jihad?

Take a torch to the ones who cling to flagpoles.
As the nation sinks,
We will not go down with this shit.

Each of you is a parrot on the shoulder
Of the pimp pulling strings,
You dance in a uniform.

Dance in circles. Raise your arms in rapture
As the puppet emperor burns
You spit on his ashes.

Train the crosshair on the arbiters of average.
Pack a pellet of truth
Right between their festered eyes.

Scream "I love you" even if you hate them.
Embrace their tepid flesh,
Squeeze the life back into them.

I vote life over order and castration.
Build cathedrals from
The ashes of the trash nation.