Villanelle From Hell Poem by Stephen Wylie

We've no cause for celebration,
For surely you can see,
We're a messed-up kind of nation.

There's a general consternation,
Amid mutual hypocrisy,
We've no cause for celebration.

There's no verbal constipation,
So the bullshit's flowing free,
We're a messed-up kind of nation.

They use no rational consideration,
And so thus I can foresee,
No cause for celebration.

They're hell-bent on confrontation,
Won't hear moderation's plea,
We're a messed-up kind of nation.

This war-dog Administration
Call mob rule democracy;
We've no cause for celebration,
We're a messed-up kind of nation.