dip my lips
in a boiling vat
of poisonous lies as I swear
allegiance to these egomaniac psychopaths?
But O! Treacherous brain! Weary of political insanity, I long to flee………
Inevitably as the new day dawns I peel away the acrid flesh, re-painting a veneer crooked as the pretenses they espouse…..
Wow. You are wondering what bee got into my bonnet? Don’t you ever feel the same way but just cannot express it? We say we have free speech, but you and I know that we do not in some areas of our lives. At least not without severe consequences. I feel like much of my life is lived as an abused fish in a very small, dirty fishbowl. I definitely needed a poetic laxative 🙂 and this, er, spilled out as a Fibonacci. I have never created a Fib out to 34 syllables, so this is a first for me. It was rife with technical goof ups, but in the end says what I meant it to relate.
Fibonacci: popularized in 2006 by poet Greg Pincus, who used the Fibonacci sequence as lines in a poem. The fib sequence uses the prior 2 numbers to create the next number: 0/ 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34.