The disenfranchised and deconstructed deplorables

Let it rot, burn and die.
 

The deconstructed poem

I have my demon's haunt and cancel culture taunts. They tell me I'm wrong. They don't shut up and won't, with fields of guilt and seeds of doubt they shout. Welcome to the world of fuck you! A 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.