Start Spreading the Fake.

Truth oh truth
Where for art thou?
Slipping from the lips
Of the bat-winged frau
Not very likely
My comrade-less friend
All tories give over
Is take and bend

Scratching the surface
Of cloudy vision
The mission is corrupt
As is a decision
No finishing line
Will save, nor unite
There's futile fists
A fighter-less fight

Spreading the fake
Like digital cake
Big data creator
Trolls march on
Rile up the libs
And lame the socialists
Tories with stories
Jack-afucking-nories

Journey

Stumbling blocks for feet

Does not make it neat

The horror of my journey

Carrying your gurney

Up on my weary shoulder

There is a yellow folder

With a marionette boss

Who approved of your loss.

Time to box up all my grief

Go along with the chief 

But the horror eats my heart

Ends every single good start

Wipes the laughing smile

Joy becomes searing bile

It's the end of before

Now there is lack, nothing more.