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Cannibalistic Bliss
Wiping away the soaped over windows
Inside, the politicians
Making the fast buck
From your concerns, your woes
With their agendas
Self serving missions
Hear them declaring the shelves empty
In the backrooms of soup kitchens
As the poor
Weak
And tired
Line up outside the door
The hunger, thirst
Gone beyond insatiable
Need to feed
Supercedes any measure of self control
Disenchanted masses
With distended bellies never to be full
Salivating over the prospect of a wishbone
Eyeing the governing body
Like a roasted beast upon a silver platter
The bitter lining of their stomachs swallowed whole
From the inside out
Satin curtains ripped away
The windows shatter
Exposing the great illusionists of our day and age
Revealed for what they truly are
Pigs getting fatter
Hogging all the temple grain
Charletains on a stage
Dragged
Kicking and screaming
Into the audience
Devoured
Torn apart
Limb from limb
By the emaciated
Empowered
Bitten once too often
The hands that fed you bite back
With a deadly kiss
Starved for too long
The people attack
In a rage that can only amount to this
Cannibalistic bliss
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Approach the mirrored reflection saying his name three times : "Butcher .... Butcher .... Butcher ....."
and wait to see if this Bogeyman urban legend manifests in the background, looming over shoulder
While your neighbors were busy killing off everyone in the neighborhood
with your own butcher knife in hand concealed behind your back
you stood for
ever before the window saying
nothing
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