we're all just making things up
there is no grand conspiracy
no treasure map
no plotting illuminati
death and chaos is more slapstick
men become monsters in a half-assed way
you pity and rage against these half-asses
these half-asses destroy continents with memos
emails circulate with misspellings for genocide
you read the notes and see the monster
never learned the 'i before e except after c' rule
they are probably embarrassed about their grammar
more ashamed of the foible than the massacre
these half-ass monsters some times go to prison...
not for genocide. For half-assed crimes.
Tax evasion and perjury on a witness stand
it's never for the monstrosity
our laws have no way of dealing with the massacre
our ethics are too small to consider what it means to kill
hundreds of thousands of people out of ill will
so we find an accountant to look for stupid math
and we laugh...we call it justice
we call it a grand finale
half-ass monsters going to prison because of accounting
that's justice?
Never an apology or acknowledgment of genocide or betrayal
we niggle on the math and spelling error.
Evil rarely goose-steps down the street
in thigh-high leather with shark sharp teeth
Half-ass monsters roll out of bed and have back pain
comb-overs, and sort of figure out ways to do the next bad thing
'you fight the crocodiles closest to the canoe' is what I was told
they don't have to plan big,
they just have to do the next bad thing
and then the next and the web is spun.
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