The leader of the Dissemblocrates media-
Spiders across the ramparts of the Red Fabripublicans
While from the headland the force lines weave
Furious re-iterating Emporer in Purpura–

Liberal American President Wearing bloody skins
Of his opponents–until the proud business magnate,
Next round, drinks his blue blood
From flutes made of news. And in perpetuity

Face-dancers above the 49th parallel prance
Berobed in the colors and the long white snows
Shamanistic magic steps to trap the dollar flows,
While peoples herded into hard indifference penitenturies

Asleep sail billowing colorless horror into Hell-
Bourn nightmares not nightmares herds of night
Mares and stallions across the one featureless steppe
All who are unsettled will rove.