White Noise
The horror is coming from inside the house
Tucker Carlson and Sean Hannity
MTG and Donald J Trump
An invocation for our times
No need to call on Bloody Marys and Candymen
Pale ghosts that forgot their white sheets
Pining for their own planned community
Built on an Indian burial ground
Poltergeists in your TV
Don’t bother calling for an exorcism
Too many priests on their side
They’ve become our cross to bear
Don’t fall asleep to their white noise
The devil’s in the static
Ready to pull you in
Pull you under
Pull that white sheet over your eyes
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Shaun Walters
A happy guy that tends to write a little cynically. Just my way of dealing with the world outside my joyous little bubble.
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Too many priests on their side. Ain't that the truth!