Tyler Quinn

The Weeny Pulpit

Whispers from the dark web

Amorphous banter and illegal conspiracy theories

Rumors of The One

And when he came

The Devil didn’t bother with a disguise

Grotesquely malformed

Verbiage bubbled up from the ageless tar pits

-BLAAP-  Pap Pap

Squalid stench and a guttural torrent

of obsessive vocal violence

And we lapped it up like dogs reasoning

that our paychecks were more important

than our friend’s freedoms.

 

The great philosopher pundits and their premonitions

have fallen short - succumbed to the buoyant gurgle

A great wave of bile and burp

Are we forever swallowed and endlessly churned?

Demonically changed?

Every 4 years a descent down a blind

spiral staircase

Alarm siren screaming in the dark?

 

From the weeny pulpit

Wrenching fleeing CEO’s into tight-veined,

muscular headlocks

Rescuing the livelihoods of the disused,

While diversity, our greatest strength, 

is threatened and flippantly disregarded

You are gonna zig from samaritan to charlatan

We are going to love each other anyways.