Swerving Point - ON WRITING AND RUNNING

911 was the swerving point
The unnerving joint
In the last linchpin from democracy
To an oligarchy
From the end of freedom
To the prevalence of the scum
A precipitous moral decline
In which the amoral swine
Blended blatant dishonesty
With perverted religiosity
Now we are stuck in an abyss
Of a fascist bliss
Thanks to an orange turd
Who seems undeterred
In his hate and vengeance
Or any semblance
Of truth or decency
Except a non-stop frequency
Of lies and theft
To own the left