Stature of Liberty

cringes as darkness

races across the harbor

at breathtaking speed.

 

Sun slowly creeps

behind monoliths,

monstrosities of

materialism,

volcanoes

of greed.

 

Rats scurry in

the shadows of

a dark world,

look for a leader.

 

Pussy grabber

needs to prove

he is the alpha.

 

Crawls out, den  

of broken combs.

 

Masses of crassness

slip and slide in excrement,

satisfied and jubilant

revel beneath monuments

of penultimate splendor.

 

Know God is on their side.

No God is on their side.

 

Hiss, vitriol seeped eyes,

sharp biting teeth.

Cower and seethe,

venom filled air,

swamp like muck,

smog and smoke.

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Nibble in slimy slough

on darkening banana peels

with crawling dark biting bugs

lost in the magnificence

of their ultimate meal.

 

Liberty lowers her torch.

Protection from

full frontal assault.

 

Lurking presence

crawls through sewers,

underworld highway

from his compost bin den

next to trashed garbage cans

of an old white house.

 

Seethes and foams

with a rabid love

only he understands.

 

Slighted by her precaution,

he will prove his to be

the only true love

she's ever known.

 

The sun quivers

and sets, knows

the alpha is here.