Under that mask you wear.
Perfect porcelain paraded
Entertained and entertaining
Picture postcard –
A snapshot view,
A tissue of lies –
Bound in truth.
You utter hate
Dolled up in sequins
Blinding the masses
hypnotised and believing
The dead cat stories
That you sling
The insipid corruption
To which you cling
And still,
they do not understand
That you’re the monster
The grasping hand
Who takes away Rights,
And mulches laws
The insidious darkness
Who should be abhorred
If only sense would prevail
Finally ousted with truth revealed
Into the wilderness you finally crawl
And all the harm finally repealed