This started from a prompt at oneword.com. The word of the day was Politician.
Your lies—thin as a whisper, slick as oil—slip into our minds with the slightest twist of your tongue. They settle in the cracks and crannies of our thoughts and ferment, gaining weight with each pass of the speech, each confirmation of so-called facts, each rally for mob-mentality action. The words fester, devouring logic, corroding reason until nothing is left but the hive-mind buzz of your lies thrumming to the pulse of your will.
The poisonous radicals immune to your infectious sleight of tongue are hunted by your zombies and strung up for public consumption. The liars, the cheats, the unpatriotic wolves stalking your imagined innocence are shot down with twisted truths, bound and gagged by those with false entitlements and illusions of power, until no one is left but the Judases you bought and the drones who serve.
Freedom and equality are replaced with capitalism and classes, the gap ever-widening between those who have and those who will never receive, a trench dug by the very hands of those who will fill this grave while your slick lies continue to pour down our throats and choke out our souls.
(Last year’s elections (the pre-election bullshit, not the outcome) left a pretty bad taste in my mouth)