THE SYCOPHANTIC DOGS

 

The sycophantic dogs dressed in the skin

of the sacrificed innocent ones, proud

and insolent they gather together at big

banquets where they recite their repertory

of faithfulness written in verse with counted

syllables. They eat abundantly at militia’s

expense and drink well and then drunk,

they suck each other’s dog’s tail full of lice

as if they rotated the sun, they cling on

to the souls of the sacrificed dead and they

gyrate like a whirligig until they no longer

see one another until the skins of those

whom they killed and that they dressed in

unfurl like some flags and enraged at their

countenance they spring at your throat

and through you they want to go down

with a rope into hell and there they want

to dwell not to suffer the poor Darwin’s

monkey. One of them evil cop, atrocious

microbe keeps watch on me, ignoring him

I see him well bursting into tears his body

suffers, dressed in twelve skins removed  

from the sacrificed ones, and dressed in

by himself, sewn seamlessly at the armpits

one can see he was born a seamless scumbag.    

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