Fist and Mouth Disease
by Odin Roark

An infected slice of the pie.

The sluggishness of whole milk yogurt,
the density of a rock,
the stubbornness of a non-stick fry pan,
such is the dish being fed to a populous of '
political junk-food-aficionados,
mental dietary for only the gluttonous.

You all know who you are,
aboard this hubris wanton fantasy ride
galloping ever forward for misbegotten pleasures
while folds of narcissistic comb-over ego
flubbercates your minds.

You who would echo "make everything great again"
you who would chase after carrots of fools gold on a stick
forgetting that all such chases go round and round
a circular course of deception.

Yes, you who know better,
turning fear mongering over and over
in your sauce pan du jour,
need to step away from the overly stoked flames of influence
and run away from the stove about to roil and explode,
for what goes ‘round always comes ‘round.

Having researched your insatiable appetites,
those of fact-checking minds prefer non-poisonous nourishment
over the refined junk-food-rhetoric you’re ingesting,
a cancerous induction into the DTs
as your addiction remains out of control.


Yeah, Sparkies,
trust in such cowardly grade school tantrums
bodes implosions of your own making,
and rest assured,
it's only a matter of time before
the archaeologists of Reason and Rationale
will unearth your inevitable burial
to be placed alongside
the other archival heaps
of history’s sludge also once
of deceitful power and greed.

If only…

A “Law of Reason” alert
could to be tweeted to the many
caught up in this wish-bone epidemic,
this self-destructive fist and mouth disease
destined to detonate and completely destroy
civility and the common good.

Unless…