whether with their love
and admiration
or hate
and admonishment,
what he wanted
most of all
was for people
to think him
the most important
person
in the world
every time you say his name
no matter how much you think
you're getting the last word in
he's wins the game, again
it's not just worshippers,
afterall,
but also ardent deniers
that spread a god's name
that turn men into idols
that give the childish
desired attention
you say, "but he's
a demogogue"
well, don't psychopaths,
afterall,
relish the trial?
he'll sit there
arms folded with a smile
knowing
a world of people have surrendered
their day and doing something better,
from any accomplishment
removed themselves
to once again watch him
for that's what he wanted
he wins,
how ever it ends
he's unimportant
but you can't see it,
he can't feel it, learn it
if you sit there with baited breathe
if you say his name again
Yes, but in the man's
Yes, but in the man's defense, why should we care? with a hometown turned upside down thereby emptied of precious purses from zero-gravity alien sucking it all asunder?
bananas are the perfect food
for prostitutes
'Why should we care?' -
'Why should we care?' - Indeed, the question.