Poetics have no power but let me set a precedent
With the presence of our precious and prescient president
An abolition of our checks and balances, malices,
He signed so many deaths that our fingers got calluses
Analysis of monarchy and oil built palaces
A hereditary hierarchy of phallic shaped phalanxes.

War torn and seven hours ago
Our forefathers pissed on the graves of their enslaved
We are declaring the world unfit for our unborn and unnamed,
The remaining remnants of mother nature's remains will remain unclaimed
(in solitude instead of at sea)
She the first born fully formed from his temple
Will place the barrel at the entrance and called it accidental
A brain scattered into fourteen pieces
A man after his own heart
A country at war

I grasp at the double edged sword of duality
My fingers are cut on the tips
Mother and father cease to exist
As they are eclipsed by the son
I will only be free when I have freed myself of:
race, gender, sexual preference, my own identity.
My vanity arouses the gravity of supposed sanity
Espouses an acceptance of a superimposed reality