"Clown mockeries of all the land, we have been reborn into the world where our lives are unsafe, and our liberties are being undermined. We are in a realm where a Republican isn't even what the Republicans want to be anymore, and that the democrats are considered scum for all that they are stereotyped to be.
So gather around, old chaps and lasses, for the Merry-Go-Round-Broke-Down, and hold on to what's left of your sanity. We're on the assembly line to become drones of what humans used to be, glued to smartphones and numbed in our own reality. Education cut for the young, so they can hang onto their precious vanity, and feed the masses in their poor game of life, striving to only make money to survive.
Destroying the American Dream are the big wigs on high, who sing through their daily life, trying to find ways to cut a 0.001% of funding, and passing out wire hangers to women while attempting to fuel their limp dicks with little blue pills, and yet, we're dying, dying, all dying. All at the hands of privileged white men, and our President.
Terror in the streets, anger inside our hearts and minds, lovers who must fight for who they love, or fight to be who they are, regardless of their architecture. Chasing safety wherever we go, and drowning ourselves in anti-anxiety medications, being told by the white lab coats that the pills will make you better, while herbs will send you to a place where Murder is treated more fairly than taking in the earth that cures all.
So what have we found in the chaos, with villains and enemies knowing our secrets, and an evolving door of an idiot with his racist klan of chicklets with hidden hoods, what are we to do, and how are we to fight? And how can we win?
Because while an orange is an orange, a peach may be impeach-able, but the Devil is still in the Circus's cabinet."