Worship her
regime
the brutal
cream
of her complexion,
precision
of her
construction.
Lies fall
as new-minted
truths
from her lips
her tongue
and hips
sway hardened
sceptics
to her
cause
she slides
through the world’s bed
she kicks
in doors.
Lackeys do
her bidding
at the bat
of an eye
lapdogs snap
her utterances
like
flies.
She tolerates
no opposition
but crushes
and airbrushes
dissidents
from the
picture.
She excites
the pretty
tortures the
ugly
cowers the
plain.
Her images dispraise
from a
billion screens
and magazines
her funerals are
the front page
her corpse catwalks
your dreams
kneading madness
softening
murder
seducing maggot
blind obeisance
She lives
embalmed
an embodied state
her subjects
venerate
as they slave
to sate
her appetite for
adoration.
She scorns all
borders and treaties
but holds the
world encompassed
in the prison
of her symmetry.
She is
blessed, she is kissed
she is
Beauty, she is a fascist.
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