Wardrobe in the Land of Mumbo Jumbo

Propaganda with bass scores in its music theme,
call to fear caverns in the caves of unconsciousness.
Media manipulation beats up the bored mind
looking for zones to grow vegetables in,
eating on emptiness costumed as full.
Minds snoring in the sleep of double standards,
blindly ignoring ignorance humping its reptilian stem,
wait for saviors in fanaticism’s prison.
Phantasmagoria is on stage 2, a design
of impending mystical possibilities.
Delusion’s kin rides piggyback on purpose.
Criticizers bounce around for controversial dollars.
Bells of bondage sound with choirs of formulations.
Cruelties maintain overpopulation.
The always has always been unlawful.
The prophets make advent garde claims.
With the normal phenomena they cry wisdom.
Wars have always been, so what is another.
Eclipses and comets came then, too.
Tragedies, disasters -- nothing new.
Atheism not a sign of something cometh.
Hatred not born in modern times.
Reruns of mumbo-jumbo in a new fashion.
Wardrobe employees seeking work in make-up.
Alterations of deception dressing over lies.


Vashti