m.t. whitington


A force majeure, female catalyst, futurist, polemicist, psychonaut, epistemologist. Ruminating between the lines with a clarion call and extreme unction.  A global writer with southern roots.


We're all cucks now!

We're all cucks now!


 

mad as a march hare, mad as a hatter

taking a garden path through his own mind. angry

bunny, insane man, no method to his madness

go figure... without compound of mercury.

 

mad as a hornet, mad as a hen

full of rage stung by his impulsive pieces.

shift, now take advantage. it leaves the stinger

for a few unsuspectable happy people.

 

no wonder the pout is recommended,

smiling so wide in that selfie on the plane

to nowhere, crazed look in her eyes suspended

quid pro quo tumbling down the runway.

 

fragile! this side up! cardboard couture,

we love you dry cleaned with one lost sock

clutching her political statement and good book.

bring down the curtains in milan stock!

 

the ultimate clipping of cuckolded wings,

there is a reason cancer is more common in men.

mad as a march hare, mad as a hornet, not the press

the government is the problem, hen, hatter what does it matter?

 

devil’s bargain tied to the cucking stool.

declare losses, hooted and pelted by mob rule.

cuckservatives and roosters listen to the hens

saving eggs, don’t mistake weakness for sin.

 

beholden naked suit to the bar, debtors must go to war!

for fucks sake, the hate... wow, we are all cucks now!










 

Jass

Jass

The Otherization

The Otherization