Jalapeno Peppers

reality tv / judges shows
lack no real characters wanting
15 minutes of fame
staring as living examples
of the psychic effect of
all those children’s tortured screams
half way across the world
releasing demons otherwise humanly restrained
and there is no shame they wrote their own stories
and did what they felt like doing when they felt like it
and what is the fascination to the audience?
the handsome judges / the dancing and or scowling ones?
to judge the judges?
finding some wise and some pre judging
well then there is the maybe to witness
a tiny corner of justice
in a world where world leaders lie
to justify their blood letting sacrifices to
to you know what
money or god or the Money God
the Greed God
the cloak of the Avenging God?
We are all God’s or nobody is
We are all of individual value or no one is
Oh, America! Stop making so much garbage
all the rest of the days of our lives
we may have yet.

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