What is this new reality’s - tonality?
Is it a fact; or merely an augmented reality
With fashions of glitter and blowing balloons in a
parade
Led by the strange man of Orange Marmalade.
Reverberating voices prattle on about transparencies
And
mix into sounds of confounding frequencies.
Thus,
arises the Opus - Right is Wrong, a symphony executed with vagaries;
A prelude to the new order - an act accompanied by the
Ride of the Valkyries.
Hear the social drums beat into patterns of dissociative
dissonance
And watch the tongues of anger slather up fear and ignorance
Wrong is right and right is wrong – the madness is out
of control.
Resist –
Persist –
Consist –
Exist
In the world of the “Alternative Fact” – the purpose forms
its own augmented roll.
Protested –
Arrested –
Attested - by the whiten fear
The orange marmalade beast is perched at the outer
edges of this new frontier
Listen; listen to the silence, for the maelstrom widens,
The librium in the cabinet leads to the music chambers
of Master Haydn.
Sinking into the waters of solitude is an immersing bath
To wash and cleanse away the stains of wrath
And at once, the calmness wraps the vastness of nothingness
Shielding sanity from the onslaught; the atrociousness
Fending off the red; the blue parties of attacking pen
swords;
Protecting from righteous regiments with piercing words.
Finding –
Identifying –
Complying –
To the political points of these augmented realities
(that are conformed and transfixed within the mazes of
dualities)
Soothes the ego with turns and winds - so to please the
Id
Ah! Soy el rey – Soy
el Cid.
The exploits of the Orange Marmalade Man
Are rationalized truths resplendent in gold leaf scam
Forms of nonsensical terms; wrapped nicely into silly
tweets
and lumps;
and thumps;
and bumps
that suggest the suckle of the orange marmalade’s
teats.
Oh, Orange Marmalade Man - what is it that you say?
You’ve sullied the white house promenades – again, today?
Yes, indeed! Nothing else matters for Hetfield and
Ulrich – play,
“Never cared for what they say
Never cared for the games they play
Never cared for what they know”
Nothing else matters - you must go
Oh, Orange Marmalade Man – why is your hair aglow?
