Rent is Due

A watchmen on the wall has no time to address his personal baggage or charges of pretention.

I can sow my critics together with a single thread, but their character flaws are beneath my mention.

My identity is public domain, so the elusive and mysterious routine wouldn't work in the first place.

Unspeakable things are about to strike this nation, of which my overblown mystic is not the worst case.

If this warning did not come to you in a the form of a rhyme, I highly doubt you would entertain it.

Fractional reserve banking is changing to a system where blood will be the only acceptable payment.

I'm not hear to inspire the youth with platitudes; let that be another man's duty.

When you connect spiritual woes to upheaval, everyone demands their tally of beauty.

You always have an evil report. Prophesy unto us smooth things.

We want to hear about the latest meme, and celebrity engagement rings.

Our crime of empire are coming home to roost. Is that being too dark and brooding?

My sex appeal can take a backseat to a looming world war that has major players colluding.

Everybody wants to talk about nuance when their enemy draws a hard line in the sand.

What is the value of a democracy when an autocrat secures military command?

Tell me I'm too serious, and I will tell you we suffer from pathological levity.

I could kill you with the relevant bullet points, but I'll forbear for the sake of brevity.

Perhaps I am incurably self-important with too much down time.

On the chance I am not, I will keep acting out impending doom like a town mime.