The axis of verse
wear their smug masks
and stand upon
a simulacra of nature/
detached from reality.
Some of them have beautiful minds,
and semiotic textiles
to promote self(-)
victimization,
idolization
& as genderless.
Their masks speak to them,
as does the devil's club,
"Go, annex the north,
under guise of censorship."
Isolation
extends as far as
a comfortable career
w/o risk.
Their hollow ideologies
as hollow as their character,
and as secure as a broken window.