brazen fox
Man speaks behind teleprompters prompting rhetoric by its throat,
chocking and folding computers to speak the tongue of its remote,
galvanizing masses in their ant holes like volcanoes exploding inwardly.
When earthquakes have pillaged,
and tsunamis have sunken,
and the hurricanes have drowned,
with rivers in their damned holes,
scared to leave they'll stay there,
sunken like a rock locked away by shore,
chasing away like monetary is clarity,
and living is just a bases of charity,
and a smile is the new rarity,
while this life is just a parody,
tarnished like a storm meets the sun,
and running along the cliffside to escape,
lapsing evermore as it folds inwardly,
decaying and crumbling so timidly.
In reality,
life's finality.
vital rampart