August 12-C, 2022

If Lauren Boebert, Marjorie Taylor Greene, Ron DeSantis, Greg Abbot, and their clan hold the slightest attraction,
the barest fascination, for you,
what are you doing reading this?

You belong to the Anti-Woke segment of society,
and should be chanting the chants
and waving the flags of your kind.

You should be lapping up the drivel and the slime
of the people with all the answers,
spewing hate and vindictiveness,
wallowing in misinformation,
alternatives to truth
and alternate facts,
and looking for people to pin it on
("It" being everything you hate,
detest
and blame for things being the all the ways 
you want nothing to be).

You should all pack together,
run together,
and fall off the waiting cliffs together,
because that is the quickest route to waking up,
seeing what's what
and realizing what you are doing and have done.

Everyone wakes up eventually
at the end of some rope,
at the bottom of some wall,
in the grip of some demonic fend of reality
crashing their party
with the truth of their utter abandonment of truth,
compassion and grace,
the ghoulish nature of their being,
and the utter void surrounding them forever,
knowing no one can save them from who they are,
and are of all people the most to be pitted.