That's the ID
The artifice of odium
pronounced upon the podium –
the sense of déjà vu,
not knowing who is who –
those faces, still, entranced,
or digitally enhanced –
the laughter without cause,
the randy canned applause –
speakers with their scripted guff,
smoke which leaves no heat, no puff –
the very serried ranks
of blanks who offer thanks
to leaders, who, a tidy horde,
are certainly an ID fraud.
