the moon comes up like a
  sack of broken doorknobs
    why would anyone have such a sack?
 these things just happen
 'put it in the sack'
   great dusty reminders of
lives lived that we would rather
 not know about
    so why am i
 comparing it to the moon
 coming up
    maybe going down would be
more apropos
  n'est pas
  the sack of dusty doorknobs
    came to life in the form of
 a man
 who was a piece of shit
  and the people loved him
     because they too were
sacks of dusty shit
 and they knew it
   and they were tired TIRED
of trying to be
   healthy and helpful and good
and concerned
  they loved their
dusty sack of shit-ness
    it suited their lifestyles
wardrobes
  cars
  houses
   everything
  so finally a man of the people
 who was Wealthy
  and on TV
  a regular televangelist
  for GREED
       telling them
they no longer needed to feel bad
   for their awfulness
      that they could hate
   and be nasty and ugly and mean
and it was OKAY
   for him, anyway
 (the dusty sack of shit doorknob)
   the rest of us
  could just
"go back to etc"