The Dark Night Show (poem)

The Dark Night Show 

Bundles of thin lies

Suborned by sweet tongues

As sumptuous as French-fries

With poisonous ketchup spilled on top

The day still dies

While the dark night show lives on

The public eyes comes alive

When their rights are blinded plain wrong

The kings will arise

And dangle proudly their sweet tongues

Dancing public eyes

The rhythm of the jingle captured with a faded freedom

The campaign still sighs

What, O, a naive kingdom

The posters still cry

Vote now for a transformation

And again the kings will arise

With diapers to drum up loud validations

Their eyes fixed on the price

The public eyes are but mere consolations

And when their hands fondle the price

They are kidnapped by secret celebrations

True to their lies

They transform into luxurious locations

Relishing the French fries

The public eyes feed on disinformation

Soon their frustrations will cry

O why, this is a bad transformation

Let's cut ties

And instigate a terrorist negotiation

Let’s form sides

And manipulate to unite for a disintegration in the kingdom

Let’s all die together

Lest the hunger strikes down our future generation

Let us all buy this idea

We will sell them an uncomfortable situation

But what, then if the public eyes die blind

And the kings choke on their poisonous ketchup?

Will the day still die

And the dark night show continue to live on

And on and so on like how it had all begun?

Or are we not yet yellow from all this commercial suspension?

But remember,

Amateur actors are we at a reality show audition

And even a mustard seed, is not hidden, from The Omniscient vivid vision