Presidents and precedence.

Presidents and precedence.

Am I disseminated

A tumour infecting

The message

Is there a word

Any voice

Free from the disease

Of what ails thee

When we are all intoxicated

By association

With the corruption

Of the flesh

It is a temptation

To fill our bellies

With the wealth

Of our experience

Ingest it whole

Before it is stolen

Clean away

Its humanity buried

Beneath a bountiful

Supply of excuses

Too freely given

Naivety all too easily

Exploited

In the desire

To harvest ripe fruit

Before the blight

Of winter

Numbs the fingertips

Steals broken words

From frozen tongues

Bitten back

Before innocents

And caregivers melt

Into the background

Overwhelmed

By the complex

Poison

Of an outlaw joker’s

Archetypical

Gestalt