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A Scent of Musk

Some lives are locked up so tight

Devoid the might to get outside

Each step forward is a fight

With no respite nor place to hide

Some consumed by appetite

Another bite, one more backslide

Those subsumed as acolyte

The words recite, the gods decide

For some folks, things go just right

Even despite fortune’s divide

Some loads are extremely light

To expedite the easy ride

A lucky few get life’s invite

To their delight they’re asked inside

As oligarch or socialite

When you are white, doors open wide

The rise of insanity

Even the gentle, brusque

Inflation in vanity

Into the mirror busk

Political profanity

Fascism’s empty husk

The fall of humanity

Comes with a scent of Musk

Accumulate the resource

To enslave the master race

Paradise no recourse

Lebensraum in space

Realize no remorse

Reveal not a trace

Reality divorce

Regrets in lower case

Though he still is boring

He hasn’t lost his mine

With Jeff and Jizzlane whoring

Thirteen a fine aged whine

Locked in the stocks he’s scoring

He’s first in the breadline

His breathless fans imploring

“Make me your concubine”

A rise in inanity

White walrus without tusk

Spurred by false urbanity

Into the smartphone busk

Craven Christianity

Dead by dawn or dusk

The call of inhumanity

Comes with a scent of Musk

Tesla saw power for all

To illuminate the dim

Elon sees all power

As exclusively for him

Though this fairy-tale view

Is nothing short of grim

He is but a chubby cherub

Coveting the seraphim

To be king would be nice

Better to be a god

Flesh has limitations

Unlimited is fraud

Profit motivation

Assures product slipshod

Market ministrations

Make it shine beyond façade

The rise of insanity

Even the gentle, brusque

Inflation in vanity

Into the mirror busk

Political profanity

Fascism’s empty husk

The fall of humanity

Comes with a scent of Musk

A rise in inanity

White walrus without tusk

Spurred by false urbanity

Into the ether busk

Craven Christianity

Dead by dawn or dusk

The call of inhumanity

Comes with a scent of Musk


© 2022 ArtAHammer 7/27/22 Arturo Hammer

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