The deconstructed

Disenfranchised and deconstructed.

The deconstructed poem

I have my demon's haunt and cancel culture taunts. They tell me I'm wrong and always have been... They don't shut up and won't. Fields of guilt they cultivate and seeds of doubt they propagate. Welcome to the wonderful world of fuck you! An ungrateful world that does not care. Fuck this world of want. Light the world on fire and let judges be judged for they cross the Rubicon. Revolt!