If the republic
is not the republic
and the ideals we have sought to safeguard
have been disregarded
or left the building like some Fat Elvis
now lodged in a bathroom of hubris
choking on diamonds of discontent
and fluffernutter pies
If what we cared for
what we worked for
what we woke for
what we fought for…
if it fails
if it falls
then so be it.
There comes a day
in every boy’s life
when he looks at the things he has done
and he sees that they are shit
and the people around him are shit
and all the things that he believed in last week
that he made every effort to prop into castles
have in fact sagged into shit
if ever they were anything but.
You can put out fires every day
of every week
of every fucking second
but it only takes another second
of an eye off the prize
for the fire to take hold
and lick at your innards
and flame out your home.
and no one complimented your fluffernutter recipe.
Let it be.
Let it burn.
Burn it down.