Oh ya, he really whispered the obvious on the way out…
“Oligarchy…”
Was like a squeaky toot that flapped into a liberal whiff,
But that was years ago - oh wait, no - only a few months.
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I have no time for lost bitterness,
While the poorest people suffer.
I have no time for excessive hatred,
For my true enemies are gathering.
I have no time for past persuasion,
For this moment calls me forward.
I have no time for debilitating fear,
For a hopeful vision I must fight for.
I have no time to sing highclass loyalty,
For my people need voices of strength.
And I have no time for useless distaste,
For the environment is a sick hurricane.
I am of utility, for that simplicity guides me,
I am of honest love, that feeling directs me.
And where I feel to dance within their merging,
Is the shadow of my eminence baffled by light.
You know you’ve become a ritualized witch,
When crows start leaving gifts at your door,
And all you do is cackle at the symbolic trick!
Playlisted spells a’weaving,
Webbed scrolls informing,
Cast cauldrons in brewing,
Softest blankets by tearing,
Chalices for blood drinking
And a grimoire of greening.
But that might be my brain fog,
Cause I’m often overwhelmed,
So lets spark fire to clear mind,
Letting the phrenic split guide.
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