Some wan doggerel I’ve been wasting my afternoon on instead of getting necessary tasks done.

Enshrine me, blinded along with my shame
Weak shock of recognition, barbaric names
Nativity of cleansing striding, circumradiant
The panic Threat whispered; unspoken but salient
Danger put forward through elegy and idea
Striates your soul-siphoned populace in dispute
Blissfully Agog amid the soul-numbing distractions
Split by false dichotomies of identical factions

Spoon-fed the herd in high panic sets alight
Vulnerable, Advancing and Entrapped in fright
Pallid bedlam dressed in ill hollow, happy sons:
Dwindle to nothing, encumbered with warm loving guns
I, star-crossed, stand Amused taking pains not to be seen
Writhing coat of pale worms savour institutional gleam
I know benevolent fools dissolve rank suppressive tactics
A few words and they’re undone, haggard and livid