i don’t care to do the tango
with a giant, menacing mango
maneuvering white...
manure?—no,
chalky urates excretion
swirled dairy dessert-style;
green tar topping
with a shit-ton of ICE.
plainly,
to be precise,
i don’t drink that crap they sell,
nor do i live in that poisoned well.
evil seen is evil done—our eyes aren’t lies—
we must resist the evil we despise,
not with might, hate, or more lies,
but with integrity and truth, undisguised.
no longer hidden—evil’s demise—
the tenacious truth topples frauds
and tells those with ears to hear,
and hearts open enough to absorb, that
the darkest days are yet to come.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, January 19, 2026.
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
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Comments2
well said, your poem revolves around the rejection of superficiality and deceit, advocating for integrity and truth in the face of evil. The poet intertwines themes of resistance against corruption and the necessity of confronting uncomfortable truths, suggesting that while darkness may lie ahead, it is essential to maintain honesty and moral clarity.
A poem wide open to interpretation I will take off on a wild ride. Technological sugar in exotic flavors to entice the unknowing and ignorant of such real flavors that the artificial is poison with the taste of candy while the real is unavailable in your area. ICE does entice the hot child with appetite untamed but will shock their system in the heat. It is a slimy green in those pools, one that I would never swim in no matter how hot the weather. Give me clean water I say not bottled either and with no additives of fluoride or even chlorine. Tis dark days indeed when one has no right to choose or even complain about the situation and one pays to be beaten, abused and executed then told that it is all for your own good. Not even Hitler was that smooth of a flavor.
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