Anarchy’s Game

A Cannonade of thrills for the thrill seekers
A bazaar for the hate-filled mongers
The lust-drenched puppets drool at the exotica of their proclivities
The yardstick of compunction reduced to a dipping tool by neutrals to gauge tolerance for the depravity on display
These neutrals, the worst of them all, Enablers they are
With folded arms and zipped lips, they watch on regaled.

Forget the gendarmerie and make merry
Chose your own poison bellows the orator
You write your own story
Show me who you truly are
Sing me your magnum opus
Powerful and awe-inspiring like the Halls of Montezuma

As if on cue, the vile nature of man rears its head
People embody their desires he whispers
The sinful feast and it’s everybody
No more suppressing their desires
Likening them to acts of extreme revulsion
For some of them, a decades-long exercise in futility
Gone are the clockwork oranges society conditioned

Nonchalance mirrors his expectations of what happens next
He was right from the very beginning
Give them a mask, a reason and they live
This is Anarchy’s game.