Ladies and Gentlemen

His tongue scrapes broken sentences
upon the back walls of my mind.
I am baffled by sheer ignorance.

He continues his production.
This is morose comedic theatre recorded
and playing out on the mental projector.

And the crowd roars;
an ovation on all fours.

His disillusion is exactly nothing short:
A direct shot of a anesthetic into the brain.
A needle in the eye of each swallowing shell.
All for your entertainment, ladies and gents.
Bow down to the model of Self-Deification.