I’ve tried to rhyme all morning, stuck inside
the dissonance of the false narrative
absurd, repetitive brushwork, a glide
of gilded paint obscuring rooted truth.
I have no tolerance to mask symptoms.
The germ theory death knell’s one big lie. I’ll
never buy Rockefeller’s Pharma scheme—
sell byproducts of petroleum. Spread
wide and sinking deep, I’ll not inject more
toxins into my veins. Fraud can’t sustain
in thinking people, but logic’s not taught
these days. We’re walking in a purchased haze,
we sign the unseen contracts that belie
reality. Compose a eulogy
to fury, that old flame doused by the car-
tels’ ruthless power game. You’ll rise again.