Doesn’t matter
Sardonicism
Make every move cold
And calculated
To the last number
We’re gathering strength
In the opposition
We’re defying expectations
With our
Master strategy
Or so it would seem
Where we might find
The vulnerabilities
Troops on every border
We’ve withdrawn
Our ambassadors
And diplomats
Put up all our sanctions
And declared war
Without a congress
Every action has
A thousand and three
Contingencies
And we have operations
Plans
Contracts with blackwater
Mercenaries
And we’ve taxed our citizens
To death
For certain
As every ounce of anything
Will be needed to prepare
For the reckoning
We’ve declared war
But we won’t be sure
What that means until
We’re halfway through
When our factories are at
Max capacity
And our economy is
Back to booming
Bonds, bucks, bullets
A trinity of what we need
To sustain the fuel
For infantry
We’re at war
What that might mean
We aren’t yet sure
Consume Reality! 