Your mellifluous voice, sir,
and equally mellifluous words
(carefully knit into ever so meaningless slogans).
Your tumid tear-filled eyes,
(denoting an allergic reaction
to the true nature of our misery,
rather than an actual, though useless,
show of sympathy).
Your ever so lackadaisical gestures
(camouflaging
the vim
with which you
continuously
oppress us.)
Your forever lactescent mouth,
and penis,
(constantly dripping
upon
us,
neither nourishing,
nor impregnating –
a flood of infertility in an ever expanding void,
a mere show of useless virility in an impotent world,
where
only charlatans, and murderers,
frolic
and
procreate.)
Your sententious speeches
(filling
our ears,
to the drums,
with prolix pieces of degenerate wisdom -
amoral at best, when one reads between the lines).
Your flaring nostrils and sterterous
rage,
(announcing the coming of
the venom-spitting lion
to replace the old
fire-spitting dragon -
after all, we
have always had our own rather peculiar ways).
Your cantankerous fulminations against
our otiose,
if not dormant,
if not long dead and
buried
sense of
patriotism
(as if we ever really had it,
the whole of it, that is,
sir,
the
whole of it).
Your progressively sallowing
complexion,
and selfless sedulous
neglection
of your health,
(at our not so fortunate expense).
Your timidity.
Your temerity.
Your personal need.
Your personal greed.
(All of which underlie
each and every of your
well-thought-out
actions.)
Your self-created dilemmas, and
trilemmas.
Your Catch-22s, and MIG-29s.
Your unambitious nuclear program,
(and missile delivery system.)
Your corrupt inefficient army, (and
sectarian politics.)
Your balance of internal power, (and
your own personal calculations.)
Your inadequate infrastructure, (and
collapsing economy.)
Your pride and joy, (and your agony and
shame.)
Your failures turned successes
(through stentorian pronouncements
and
assertions.)
Your refuge
(legal,
physical,
psychological,
moral.)
And subterfuge, (rather large and
expanding.)
Your refuse, sir, your very
refuse.
(and insouciance, if not downright carelessness.)
Your everything.
And your nothing.
Your existence, subsistence,
insistence.
Your mere name.
Name, sir.
Name.
All…
all these things, sir,
make me
so totally insensate
and oblivious as to everything
around me,
within me,
outside of me.
But the in
digenous,
in
sidious,
male
volent,
and
sur rep ti tious