WAITING FOR THE REVELATION OF VERACITY

Standing in line by the pearly gates lost in perplexity
listening to the eighth commandment involving thievery.
The bandits have deepened a wound protruding my vision
beyond the fabric of believability with crooked complexity.
Twisting the elbow of an innocent bystander without revision
destroying enthusiasm while propagating the Big Lie eagerly.
Pulling wool over the eyes of lonely shepherds confessedly
irreproachable sleazily squirming like a worm of poor decision.
Attempting to be politely insulted witnessing those who meagerly
hoard their inheritances as nothing will hinder the collision
of the bearers of certainty and the liars of white supremacy.
With the inept behavioral tendencies we breathe their malarkey
and wheeze with congestion contesting for ample ambition.
If one was inventing an excuse for the high school principal
the resolution would be a whacking from a higher patriarchy.
Confronting an entourage of Pharisees the card for the imbecile
would be drawn and a merciless condemnation with precision
would be advocated and then crushed from an ominous hierarchy.
This comedy of farcical clowns would be smothered in satirical
references overriding with a lack of sincerity as the opposition
is expanding over the horizons isolating this supposed oligarchy.
The original cult personality is the resource of this devilish division
between logic and ineptitude blundering the obviously unequivocal
as the gavel is ready to vilify his absurdity rash and nonchalantly.
Sadly the vermin are chasing the righteous through the mythical
dungeons of Dick Dastardly asking Mutley’s sadistic requisition.
The pity of this evil purpose is the eventual redundant rendition
of four years of this cult figure’s rule and this seems to haunt me.
I wiggle under my pillow nightmarishly irritated with the pinnacle
of an autocratic hypocrisy created by a Reality Show tactician.
With the criminal Banner’s blasphemous War Room to taunt me
I speak in tongues praying for my enemies though they’re inadmissible.
In conjunction with the living angels we will resurrect the Phoenician.
They will express their testaments of pluralism which are transmissible
through magnanimity inherent in us all to bring us to the pivotal
moment of tolerance streaming forth to enrapture all like magicians.
In this clarity we can wander peacefully reciting a beautified oratory
enhancing our aura as the rainbows gleam giving us the needed capacity.
We can exert patience for the appearance of a golden voice with laudatory
strokes of acceptance as we are waiting for the revelation of veracity.
We will then stroll through the primrose path with valorous validatory
oracles reciprocating with gratitude for our strength and God given chastity.