Slip tight the switch-blade to its sheath.
The danger is non-corporeal,
ethereal & dark,
I carry naught
but A tad of “go eff yourself,”
Mumbling into mics while the audience mouths the words
as they have heard them.
Metaphysical marching soldiers move back
Prodigious and prolific would-be prodigies propagating propaganda on the cable programs.
They repeat themselves between commercial breaks.
Ex-pats so fed up they repatriate.