emptying the sea

For auction on line, natch:

Mussolini’s hat,

Hitler’s wanky-hanky

and maybe Stalin’s underpants;

Their murky origins,

not pronounced ‘prov’naung-ss’,

as they’re read from

the screen by semi-literates,

with 18 or the other JC

tattooed somewhere

on their illustrated body.

Down their web-darkened rabbit hole

they tumble, passing the twitter

of whispering trolls on their way

to sociopathic psychosis,

discarding common sense

and empathy as they fall.

And once persuaded of their truth

-be it dexter or sinister-

they are deaf to all arguments:

logic is no weapon against lunacy,

may as well empty the sea

with a thimble.