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we who would so readily destroy

our leaders

crucify them

cannibalize their hearts

suck the dense marrow from their battered bones

we are the people

we are the party

of opportunists and fifth-columnists

and naysayer and gainsayers

we lift them up and exalt them

that they must die

that we must live

beyond our means

beyond our abilities

beyond our willingness

we who would beat our breasts

in triumph at their flailing promises

plot in dark corners and under

small secret tables

to plunder their fraying wings

to stick bloodied feathers in our head-pieces

we are the people

we are the party

of whisperers and screamers

of whimperers and whining wimps

we lather ourselves with greed and confusion and

a longing for selfish promotion

and we whip the air of uncertainty with our black and white tongues

we scratch at the scars of their faces

we dig deeper into the ditches we have pasted on their backs

and we spit venom and bile from near and there

we are the people

we are the party

of mutating ideologues

presumptuous righteousness and

condescending vigor

we

have severed the anchors

and slashed the sails and

we

have smashed the rudders

we have drenched the harbour fires

with our slop-buckets and

we have wrenched the green and red lights

from the ports and the starboards

heads and sterns are laden with obscurity

we revel in the wretched punch

of misfortune disinformation misinformation

we crush our cores and copulate

to conceive new leaders for our unending parties

new leaders

to be stifled by the stench of our partying

new leaders

to be bludgeoned by the parting of our own smudged fingers

we are the people

we are the party of people

that sacrifice time on the altars of expedience

we ensnare wisdom and alter friendship

and drag them through fields of foolishness with heavy chains

we are the people

we are the party of people

that deserve ourselves

we deserve

nothing

but

the best

the worst

of

we