Dollar bills march along oblivion's precipice.
Lemmings follow skulking greenbacks to
The abyss, where letters and number—
G5, G8, IMF—Bingo!…and a spate of hate
Fall hellbent to mordent lakes that envelop us.
The bleak and darkened sky cries out,
Expels the filth of inhuman folly
Set against "alternative facts" jolly.
Oil spills, like blood from arid crevices,
Grease overstuffed pockets of ignoramuses
Viruses consume their brains,
Turn inside out the remains of hearts,
Deride the sage words of youth,
And punctuate conclusions with farts,
All while ice sheets overflow the drains.