The Pundit

Weary from your
recidivist tongue,
driving down, staking
me in place,
watering down my rage
with your tired
self-righteous
siren songs and screams
of traitor, wails and moans,
gnashing of teeth--
and the followers
can never
get enough.
Logic and reason
escape
on ethereal winds,
pushing the boundaries
of dissonance
past imagination
into realms of insanity
fed on fear mongering
scapegoats,
fallacies
and ignorance,
until I feel
the strain melt
my synapses.