Truth Rises Under Mighty Presence....

There isn't enough brass
to make the horns
to sound the uproarious
 hoot
of your self satisfaction
as though
  the world could
 bear
another messiah
   who doesn't bleed
   a hero to the palace
         born
that still has the grasping
      eke to chintz on
the toilet paper and stiff
     the working stiffs
 that built your shit

   Maybe you can strut\
                 your stuff
in a bath robe far
         too short
while the rest of us just
        look away
and act like everything is
         normal,
 your sharp little nub
     making your tighty whities
 into the world's tiniest
       shrine

Maybe our gaping
    disbelief
our cringe
 at your latest little
          bon mot
a T shirt that basically
      says....
"FUCK LIKE A NIGGER,
       THINK LIKE A JEW"
will distract us from the fact
  that you are
   robbing us of even
       the sense to know
  that we have been robbed....