The Fascist Pet

Meticulous planner with the soft heart

Well, a heart that was soft, but now, battered, calloused

Hands tiny and fingers wandering, wanting

Servile loyalty to his God

Someone has to lead

His face is better than mine

So it shall be him

He will be their God

But I have plans

I am the mechanical clockwork

Behind the face of God

That keeps this whole charade going

When the face rots away

The people will see what we really are

What we’ve done

I will be absolved, hopefully

A False Speech

He took to the stage

All eyes followed him

All voices quiet

Ears poised for position

He readjusted the microphone to his height

And spoke his piece:

“All men are greedy and ugly. Every one of these men running for this local election only care for their own pocket. Not your livelihoods. I promise to bring about a new era where I put the people first, and not myself!”

The audience clapped

He took off the stage with a smile and a wave

To sit in the VIP seat reserved for him

The next man was ushered on

He readjusted the microphone to his height

And spoke his piece:

“This man was lying! He only cares about lining his own pockets. He’ll tell you anything to get votes! Vote for me and you will get nothing but honesty.”

The audience clapped

He took off the stage with a smile and a wave

To sit next to the other man

In the VIP section

Both sharing a laugh together

The next man was ushered on.