Alchemisland

Jacketless on the college steps in the morning mist, well-practiced

Equipped with tactics to get you in, once you’re roped into conversation

They won’t let you escape until your name’s conveyed to their list

It’s not about filling one’s mouth with sounds of good sense

It’s about spin, like the endgoal of the party whip, how one can bend

To breaking whilst sustaining the shape by which it was made

Is your hole sore from sitting on the fence?

I’m only asking questions, no need to get defensive

The last redoubt of the offense merchant

Before switching tac to doing the circuit of right wing griftcasts

Asking “Are you for or against?”

As if that’s that

A gilt token taken marks a traitor, betrayal felt in silverweight

Judas strain-testing nooses to sustain abuse

Shoeless feet, legs kick like a braying beast

With one hand, the General brandishes like a cattle brand the form

He wishes to see your name form upon

In the opposite hand, a twine-bound bouquet of cocaine-white feathers

For naysayers

According to their own sayings, we want great-hungry team players!