and they will know you
by the cut of your groove
and by the flex of your smile
a simile to transcendence
it doesn’t have to go this way
but you doubled down on the Rubicon
at five tolls of the belfry
lackluster performance
bites the dust (and the gnats
and the hair and the mites)
of the splendid vacuum
and all our waste
we offer to the gods of plumbing
and our feasts
to the toil of farmers
and the spoils of war
are sacrificed
at the altar of
the least amongst us
elite without honor
is just another way of saying monster
a few bad apples
won’t rotten the bunch
if you practice
proper rotation
one term of malignancy
will not necessarily
metastasize through
the body politic
but if you leave
a cancerous puss
festering at the perch
of a crooked throne
in a position of power
you’ll eventually
be smeared into sauce
for sure