the performer

megalomaniac
wakes up one early morn
with a brand new personal plausible
excuse &
this will be the answer of all
answers for
her/him, so that s/he may
beat upon the drum
a new web of madness &
stir the masses like a
shit covered stick in a bowl of
porridge.

religion & religion alone
lets the madwo/man find their
way, endeavoring to take on
the cause of others with more
gusto, bathing in the fictions,
taking her/his place in line behind
the millions of maniacs
who have come before them &
who will unfortunately
continue to conjure up the crowds
with the whipping hands,
with the “speaking in tongues” &
with the lavish getups abound---
all in the course of a
performance,
all the in the course of
events laid out to fit a plan
which has no meaning outside the
meaning invented
to illuminate a lie---
the biggest lie of all.

with this lie in hand,
s/he walks among those who have
had a shit deal in life,
whose life continues to be shit &
who in desperation,
have made themselves susceptible to
the trappings of wo/men like these
magical performers
armed with a lie &
all the time in the world to
further weave it into
the collective human
strivings.

when the performer is observed
by a rational wo/man,
who walks untouched by the
futile dreams of “gods” & “heavens,”
“angels” & “demons,”
there is a want to extinguish
the performance
which makes so many give up on
trying to pull themselves from the
sludge &
instead, pump all their energy, money &
time
into the furthering of the fictional
cause---
but where one fire is put out
another one sparks from the kindling of
the last,
building up the highest structure of
false hope
for another generation.