Excessive sanctimonious righteousness
Frays the world’s despairing patience
In this season of political shenanigans
Where every misleading speech
Abounds in effortless rationalizations
With greed perceived as a social good
Ill gotten treasure turns on itself
A need forever unfulfilled
In endless irreducible paranoia
Like Anthony’s ironic furor
Against gifts rendered to Caesar
Where murder turns on itself
Through a door that never closes