To Sociopaths Everywhere

Excitable stooges wait flustered in the wings
Troubled only by lack of boredom
If not by other, more marketable things
Projected to bankrupt their investors
mercilessly
& leave them playing with socks and watching cartoons
In mansions they never spent a night in during youth
But should come to frequent in excessive age;
Glamorizing all things related to simplicity
With an unparalleled repertoire in the ways and means of self-deceit

Former assassins drift by dreamy as born-again gun owners
Letting the whole team down as if before a jury of society’s least
admired peers
A thousand half-remembered agonies
Wail from their cesspools
Spewing weak prophecies & weaker testaments
From throats rendered mute by every censor imaginable--
An insult to sociopaths everywhere
To whom the common sense of the human is a laughable thing