there it hangs
like the redacted image
of a particularly vile page
in anerican history

empty now
as it should be
but not dead

it’s evil sits dormant
lurking
waiting

for the chance to come alive
and confirm every notion
deep within my existential dread

the power of this box
currently
without current
but dare i think
it’s safe

could i possibly lower my guard
and risk
that fucking unholy stink

oh no not me
complacency
shall not affect
i’m circumspect

to deny the box
that bringeth the pox
demoralizing
sensorializing

amazing as it does
with such great finesse
to impose on us
the public vox

its vicious and empty
promise

Peace/Love/Awareness

m(@_@)m