yr mask torn off
by yr own
tiny hands
rubbery face
of agent orange
mussolini reboot
gasping
like a flounder
out of water
up on
the balcony
of a house
where you
never belonged
you stand
in yr terrible
red neck tie
while below
yr micro hard-on
twitches like
a zit
for applause
as you raise
yr small
soulless thumbs
in the air
those two digits
an insult
to evolution