Psycho-fascist facsimile.

Psycho-fascist facsimile.

What is it about you and power

Little man

So angry when aroused

By the thought of being ignored

Secret swastika

Tattooed with invisible ink

Hidden from view

In the all-around world

Of every day

When you smile at strangers

With orthodontic teeth

The flesh of newborns caught

In the molars

Mouthwash and dental floss

Can never remove the stench

Of your duplicity

How do you keep the peace

Old man

When in your black heart

There is only hate

You scowled at the woman

Begging with a baby

On the underground

You called her a vile name

Under your breath

Forgetting she was a victim

Of people like you

Do you ever tell the truth

About the darkness,

Butterfly wings

Pressed between the pages

Of a bible

Dead cats and puppy dogs

Buried in your closet

Underneath the fine suits

And uniforms for Sunday wearing

Standing before an altar

At the old boys club

Oh how glad I am to have avoided you

All these years

But knowing how you yearn

For the truth of your conviction

To be known

You need to be drawn out

Into the daylight

Where the scabrous flesh can be peeled

From your skull and crossbones

With a kiss of the sun

Exposing your poison

For what it is

A bloody stain on the psyche