Gregarious
His highness has morphed us
into a jar of pickled pansies,
packed tightly in a juice
squeezed from the cursory
enlightenment bestowed
upon us by his "flawless"
leadership
The hawk is circling over the last
remnants of our independence,
so we must choose to run
or succumb, survival
of the haughtiest
I guess we all have to die,
sometime.
--Jenny Santellano
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