The more you open your mouth, the more I find

I don’t understand how people aren’t burning effigies of you

and asking if you are just by chance

playing the greatest political joke on a population

that has become ensnared between falsehood after false pretence,

of lie upon smear and finds itself lapping up the extremes

like a black spider, the eight legged terror, spinning

its web closer and closer together,

the tighter noose, not able to be crawled through,

let alone brushed aside, for fear of the millions