Monday, December 21, 2020

day FOURTEEN HUNDRED and THIRTY FOUR

Pharisees

we see clearly now
in the aftermath
if we didn't before—
it's all a ruse
it always has been
your pachyderm skin
is but a cheap disguise
your professed Christianity
your fidelity to higher principles
your tough love of capital T Truth
all nothing but artifice and affectation
masking a whorish devotion
to the gods of worldly power
you probably sleep
with Machiavelli’s “The Prince”
under your pillows
and it's a good thing
you stand behind podiums
when you speak
otherwise we'd see the dirt
on your knees
I guess it's an acquired taste,
eh, boys?

--Brian Rihlmann










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