TICK
beware the
time, of the tick
your speech
already rambling
pretty fucked up
and
tick yourself
you bite, you suck
give yourself
permission to leave
the table Harkonen
blood-bloated
who were meant
to be more symbiotic
than parasitic
in style
of leadership
delivering so little
promising
so much
taking so much
you said you
would drain the swamp
end up draining us,
draining us, denying us,
despising us, depriving us,
meant
to uplift
giving new sick meaning
to the image of bounty,
symbol
of overflowing
but
speaking of symbolic
it seems you eschew
all that
is indeed so
better to stick to
the sclerotic, the
crying out for diagnostic ,
tick
gets pulled
tick gets squashed
all its pilfered, stolen
blood
one fat smudge
of what
it was
nothing else to see
poems 2 die for 