fire gas sun, fork it son

ignition refused foisting searing 
commentary coordination
of fire gas sun the people bearing--- voice
elemental standing---
in shock deserved with a sun
---(snuffed cold in a public street
admonished) lethally, burnt.
displayed as a farce works show!!!
crackle hiss$#* flash.
white dazzlers dealing dreamons,
form shitty hall with morals:
rank, bile, and gall.
forgets one to not smile,
he be captain poster gun and DARlink.
for gut soon, poposhop.
images render victim a thug, just erase just ice.
makes one digest where shadows bear, melt
states of voices arrived
in turreted response. the table is set,
shakers all larded in lawsalt.
for gut's son a wife is imported: remembrance,
who else in shock mother
the nation
the world, peeling back an ion fluster
badges usually blind us
but when covered in obstructed blood
magnified by ugly patterns
a furnace that runs the sun divests 
our powerless authority to rob the body of respect
four fifths filthy and white
as far as skin problems go, starved 
of their forgot sons, damned by redlines
inbred scheme punks,vote rigging swindle-rut babes,
states of voices squabble up a stank.
the fizzled fuse foists silence on curfewed lawns.
go home, unless you can't,
be arrested if not disappeared or shot
fork it son. its done.