The lies you spin with laughter,

feeding me popcorn and hopium to fill my acquiescence.

Now you expect me to believe

I am watching a movie,

that I should drop everything to follow

your vacuous manifesto

stuffed with vapid statistics and your promises.

You can take off that white hat

and throw it in the dirt; many more after me

will gladly stamp on it in the mud.

And let me see the face, that plastic smile,

the burgeoning billions in your bank balance,

swollen to kingdom come which never came.

My time may be done, but in the end

who is going to save you?

Copyright Francis 2021