Prologue to a Puking
(with apologies to William Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet)

Two factions, superficially at odds
In Washington, D. C., scene of their crimes,
compete to worship oligarchs, their gods,
who buy with quarters, pennies, nickles, dimes
servility and sycophancy aimed
at putting on display a phony act:
two "parties" sworn to peace but neither blamed
when prior votes for war they re-enact
and claims to represent the working class
are drowned in a disinformation glut.
Celebrities with tits and balls of brass
will now attempt to sell you warfare smut
which if you have the stomach to endure
may leave you feeling equally impure.