Eccentric Crackheads and Moss-Covered Statues

Wheel freely if not
in the name of speakeasies.
Repping self-same
hands dealt over the buzz
the crowd felt.

Be numbed by divine wealth for
how seldom we sell
grand stories to ourselves.
Crumbled statues of Luke and of Matthew,
pelted the path you will
follow, for the way is
no longer circuituous and black
and no longer deemed foolish is it to laugh,

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Without recourse,
battle-hardened conquistadors
crashed faces, razed planted acres
and destroyed more than mere
stories on paper.

Erected billboards to
celebrate heroics, but now
the gummint owes to
an ill-formed corp. Known for
broadcasting secrets in the form
of Agnostic preaching.
Its like we can't even keep
this war from reaching the people.
The truth leaks thru holes,
that we can't even see thru.