The Four Year Plague

We have been stuck in a time warp
Of orange putridness,
Whiny voices,
And even smaller penises,

Where the truth
Blows the toupee away,
But the believers can’t see
The baldness that lies beneath

Where the words tumble out
In a stream of unconsciousness
But we see and hear the garbage
That flows from a monstrous sewer

Vermin beget vermin
And the exterminator’s job is arduous,
But once the nest is exposed
We’ll be rid of the filth and disease.

Kira Braun