on the sonorous departure of future events
we the people
stand and crawl
no
we are blighted
no 
we run standing still
or going backward
no we are 
stepping away
stepping back
stepping down

standing our ground
why
give ground
it's mine



so we'll be hating on something
 someone for lack
of anything useful to think
for something but nothing
the departures are ourselves looking back

we the people
even those words
seem false  somehow
we are not a people
even when we are

there has never been a people
who know what's wrong
with you
and  me
I know what's wrong with you


who are you?



 we the people
we the cuisinart
need to eat
 are hungry


creating great bonfires
of words
burning books
we can't read
don't know exist 
our lives are dealt
fatal blows
because we
thought you were
wrong

it's hard to separate the
wheat from the chaff
when you're gluten free

great swirling mobs of
destruction of the freedoms
great swirling mobs of
the press
great swirling(not great barely swirling) mobs
of people who
don't give a fuck
cuz that is
yore perogative
and thank god
for that
great swirling mobs of not reporting
great swirling mobs of people protecting the people
lying to them
spying on them
great swirling mobs of people protecting
the right to make you know
you can be watched
we know who you know
we know what you said

newspaper crimes
the crime is reporting
the reporter
is the mob
 again pack of dogs

stay the execution
shoot the light out
feed the animals
feed the cat