Plastic Parasites

I can feel the ground shake
it sounded like an earthquake
but might have been a bomb in the backyard
Looking through the window
disease in every detail
need to find a cure to set things right
Bullet through the glass breaks
I can feel my heart race
try to quiet nerves and remain calm
Breaking down the front door
uniformed in Kevlar
war across the sea comes home to roost
March and follow orders
sent down from the top brass
never questioned once and now we’re here

I’m starting to feel drastic
in this world made of plastic
drink a little oil and all is well
Black muck replaces blue blood
it’s spilling in the streets now
hear the sirens blare as chaos calls
Balkanize the forces
divide and conquer tactics
make sure the people never join as One
Lies spewed from every outlet
to propagate the madness
kick the dirty Truth under the rug
Fear they push runs rampant
heavy hearts grow saddened
the parasites surely feast well tonight

Scott Thomas Outlar is a lover of truth and enjoys researching philosophy, psychology, politics, spirituality, and any other facet of consciousness in the pursuit of reaching a higher state of vibration. He also enjoys writing rants, poems, essays, short stories, and prose-fusion screeds covering such subjects. Scott Thomas can be reached at You can also watch and/or subscribe to his YouTube Channel Read other articles by Scott Thomas, or visit Scott Thomas's website.