Orange Marmalade Man

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?