Thinking of Oneself: A Rote Fanaticism

Thinking of the society as a social entity we value and honor-a political philosophy poem

That personable contact,
If they’re still intact,
May remain in syntax -
One could play the sax! 
If we supply that target,
The Chet becomes Margaret.
The table’s assured -
All mice have endured…
Run from the chaos -
The triumph of sauce
Can leave a very thick jar;
The taste’s a neat bar!

Theocracy’s a sandwich,
Life makes one itch,
For the Christ coming standard;
It’s never so absurd,
That the magical flight
Persists through the might,
Of The Man Upstairs -
For God truly cares…
Let winning take hold;
Come in from the cold.
Rate others great, always -
The Savior’s Home stays…

The scope’s now resigned;
The features are aligned -
The failed sense of drama,
From Trump to Obama…
Worshippers condemn
Everyone but them;
Vile hatred leads,
And suffocation bleeds…
Arrive at a condition,
Through history’s precision;
The Left seeks more turns
As West’s Culture burns. 

These symbols of victim hood
Are well understood;
Hysteria’s not hype -
True mayhem is ripe -
The call for politicization
Is reasoned rationalization…
Trust in love’s values;
Which each soul construes…
Culpability’s just more;
Mental know-how, freak uproar…
Must change what fools taint…
Most now know they ain’t…