stand up and say it's wrong

i spent enough
time on civilization
to understand how to be emperor
in my own country. kings
and the battle of wills.

i want to be a demagogue, overthrow
the structure, bring the rabble
to the rubble making. punch the prettier
face saying the same old thing.

truthiness is the pragmatism that plants
itself in ethic's garden. facts
are what i'm figuring, can't change
the water in your face. extremities

on the edge of scud missiles, binge
purge, it's the stuff of life. i still
don't know what i want to be when
i grow a dictatorship.