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Uber delivers you your order from MacDonalds.

Now you can relax and watch the game;

A pop trash white who has somehow risen to the top.

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As monarch crowned you might be constitutional

But you’re not. Turns out you can do whatever you like.

Where previous dictators offered bread and circuses

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You cull the heads of other heads of state

In order to distract from your fondlings of pretty things

Who were permitted to touch your dick with gloves on

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Because staying clean afforded insulation from sin

While you turned into a god. Anyhow, that was a long time ago.

Just urine under the bridge, as it were.

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These days, there is no international law.

Time may well fold inward,

Because you cannot drown the sun or not for long.

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But just for now, your time has come.

And you are clearly one of our vicious new barbarians

Squatting on the pile below, taking a shit

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When you feel like it, soiling your own throne.

How to turn your shit into explosive?

Anger feels more urgent than forgiveness.

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So advertise some anger, gladly in cahoots

With all the other puppeteers: uber-wealthy engineers

Of abductions, massacres, assassinations,

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Lab-created plagues. Trash white with cash,

You may have been, but now you’re more inclined

To care about your own genetic line:

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Barbarity rebranded as polite. In the eyes of its mother after all,

A cockroach is a gazelle. Thus there’s a wing

Of the Whitehouse demolished to accommodate your balls

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Where courtly curtseys elevate a tacky gilt aplomb.

Trash whites today are scum to be dumped with the trash.

Ordinary mortals? Ants, to be sprayed with Glyphosate.

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We are mere pests to be rid of – abroad or at home.

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