The Haze of a Nation

The Haze of a Nation

Puff Puff: smokers delight)
              sweet weed gets me high

from a low place where we reside 
[lost in the vortex of Yeat’s gyre…]
a reality struck, 
completely fucked with oxymorons 
and golden hair Buff Oons -whoooo 
wrongly emphasize 
In such grandiloquence, 
under the sway of his Rohypnol;
placed in our glass, 
while we cheered his indiscrete acts. 

Smoke, smoke, smoke it away. 

A completely successful 
robbery witnessed on national t.v., 
enforced on the indigenous 
by sparkling chested heroes 
with small dicks and heavy belts. 
Salute them?
Those who have repressed time and again, 
and again will stop at nothing 
to blindly follow golden rules - 
no matter how much insanity 
they scream, 
the screams 
fall unheard as echoes muted 
in forgotten dreams 
            ___where the shadows rule. 
Yes, “get high,” I think I will…
even if it makes me a criminal.