Idiosyncrasies make perfect sense
The future is easily predicted by those
Who see the present in past tense
Renegades sell fake rebellion
They protect the status quo
They burn their bread for money
They are like dear who starve for dough
Horses licking pimple tips
The children of the corn
They celebrate the day they die
And don’t remember being born
The trees all reach the ether
Color glow as flowers bloom
The bodies buried everywhere
Bring nourishment from doom
The bones exposed to elements
Through the night till morning dew
The flesh falls to leave a skull behind
To smile as skulls are so skilled too
The heavens rain down mayhem
The creation is corrupt
There is blood and bile everywhere
Hell bent over and threw up
Babies brandish bayonets
As father sits transfixed with fear
Mother lives in make believe
She mixes milk with beer
The president is a puppet
A pirates parrot pet
A robotic ballerina
Performing gunpoint pirouettes
now everyone must play there part
and bend over when they bow
but some bend a little further
they say “oooh” instead of “ow!”