What are you gona do
I have a morbid fascination with Donal Trump –
Fuuuuuuuuck –
As you can tell, it does not do me well.
Beginning each day on my toilet, typing his name,
Shitting whilst checking, if the world still remains.
But this is my reality wrought from an age of vanity
Where a racist sweet potato become an ignoramus
Is president, merely for the fact that he is famous
Famous for what it does not matter
Hold fame long enough and the rest is bluff
But back to the man, the man at hand
He, who reveals so much of this world we call our land
For my bone to pick is not with him, he is a human reduced to a whim
No instead it is you, me, us and them
The multitude and mass of human existence
Occupying this zenith with passive resistance
For we, yes you, he and she, blinking back at me
Represent the most educated
Of species we have yet located
Born from nothingness, primordial ooze, carbon based lifeforms, stardust infused
Conquering one and other, this planet and space,
Yet the pussy-grabbing ape is the best of the human race
Of course not, no, he is merely revealing
Of the quickening march towards stupidity’s ceiling
For this is the truth of our time
A time history teaches us is sublime
Here and now our machines build machines and our brains make AI
And medicine produces miracles in a world largely free of world war criminals
But what do we do?
I ask you?
What
Do
We
Do
But waste each moment in comment boxes and screens, wiping our minds
Of what it truly means
To be a free, educated beings at this furthest point in civilisation
Heirs holding the baton, in the relay of causation
Understating that though we stand at the top
There has already begun a slowly deathly rot.