The deconstructed

Disenfranchised and deconstructed

The deconstructed poem

I have my demon's haunt and cancel culture's taunt. With revisionist history, they tell me I'm wrong and always have been... They don't shut up and won't, with fields of guilt with seeds of doubt. Welcome to the wonderful world of fuck you! An ungrateful world that does not care where you are cast asunder. Fuck this world of want. Light the world on fire and let the judges be judged for they crossed the Rubicon.