Pontificating
Postulating
Pouncing
on words
A
ricochet of sound
The
haze and stench of pompous
Pointless
Pounding
syllables
Silly
fools
Droning
on and on
The
flies buzz with low-key noise
Locking
in my brain
A
prison of bullshit
Inside
The
box with light illuminating my face
The
disgrace of lies
Pontificating
proudly
Pontius
wash your hands
Cleanse
us if you can
I
need to be truth
Forsooth
Explain
the pain
To
me
Revolutions
ring a decaying bell
The
tolling tells me nothing
For
the pundits peel away
The
soft flesh of meaning
Leaving
bones of bitterness
The
bodies piled high
Weighing
down the world
Atlas
groans
But
not that you can hear
Just
press mute
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