• In a Rorschach stare
    All comes out in my dark light.
    Young little captains
    Seem to fight for their justice
    Yet drop their Brazened sheilds.

    All the time this happens
    Yet something never boils
    Some stands are empty
    The Gladiators are gone.

    Lying through your tooth
    Seems to be the pastime of today,
    Among the self imposed fasionalables
    Sadly, this is tolerated.

    I'm ashamed to live in this era
    Ashamed to see the smut
    On the window called TV.

    But this is only my Rorschach stare.