All My Leftist Friends Are Commies

I watch as

America slides quickly into

quicksand.

I write about it,

hoping some might fight-

or at least wake up,

but instead

I'm greeted by goblins

stealing my steam.

Leftist weirdos

posing as friends.

Humans incapable of intellect

or the ability to see

their side for what it is.

So now, I gaze

as America descends

into black toast territory

burnt

beyond

ingestion.

And I'm still stuck

stiffly in the middle,

writing about the Frankfurt School

of Marxist invasion,

while you

shake your fist

like the communist cyst

you've become.