Disrespectful parakeets squawk in the garden,
Washing machine
and radio mumble on,
The first
washing away biological evidence with soap,
The second
erasing dissent with propaganda.
And so a
dynasty rolls on over me,
Like a
driverless tank,
Or a blind
elephant with a felon chained to its foot.
Whatever I think
or say,
I’m still
subjected to having to be a disloyal subject.
The mundane
morning sounds erase
My republican
dreams.
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