The world begins
and the world shuts down and dies again but the pigs of politics do not end it from their corrupt perch or anywhere else they
might dare to heave their dirty pulse. They thrive in excess by manipulating
their own kin and labor their whole lives making coin and perfecting both the
art of mangled loyalty and the art of the perfected backstab.
These pigs are
always stroking erect and in focus quenching to a drown their immoral thirst.
They are
unethical profiteers damned until death by their adulterous shortsightedness.
They’re leaders
only in name to a world of whimsy and anger and half-dumb, self-centered,
tv-dinner fools.
It’s all an
unnatural process
in a natural
world.
Victor Millan