Tea Party

The days are spent deceiving the ignorant, laughing at the disarmed, chanting after the proud and engaging the foolish. The vomit that fills the mouths of the wicked are now standing in vitrines on every corner. They spill over into the streets mopping up the innocent too blind to realize they are treading among bile. The stench of the waste permeating their garments now clinging to their weakened bodies. Too lazy to reason on their own and too poisoned to own their own minds they collide into one another mocking the caucus floating down at their feet.