Bureaucracy
Masks- like real faces
hide under exaggerated papers
ritual sacrifice
the queue their cue
balls rolling on
stage by actors
off the deep end
swimming in papers
Pocket’s full-
the red chair is empty.
Hypocracy
Masks- loaded faces
shoot fast from elongated lepers
no sacrificed ritual
to prime their pomp
tongues rolling on
belts in factories
out the rear end
fanning infernos
Diaphragm’s ready-
the gold throne is empty.
Democracy
Masks- pointed faces
spit disguised in eloquent takers
ritual not sacrifice
the majesty, their travesty
rats rolling on
peanut butter logs
the means to no end
drowning in acid
Carte blanche’s ready-
the white pail is empty.
~Julie Harwood
