I close my door to the noise
That bleeds my ears
Pains my eyes
Floods my heart
Plunges me deep
In the murky mercury
Of bombastic propaganda
Scandal
You can’t hold a candle
To the devils flame
I’m thinking of a name
It’s on the tip of my pen
Wheels spin and gears shrift
Grinding out
Cookie cutter wars
Like a hot can of biscuits
Deploys
Androids
Programed mongoloids
In gray clouds of matter Still
I do not give a damn