The Republic Of Muscle Poem by Raj Dronamraju

In our muscular republic, democracy eats its young
And biceps crush beer cans between them
As they promote the supremacy of excess

In our muscular republic, sand is kicked in the face of those not on empire's guest list
Names read as roll call, the excluded better build more bomb shelters

Analogies of poisonous truths to prior muscular regimes
Breath in fresh air like it is an act of offense
And refuse to follow speed limits and other laws of conduct

Vitamins for potency overdone in our fabrication of order
In the republic of muscle, stand for a national anthem whose lyrics are pride and lies
Chaos for the classes in our fabrication of order

The republic of muscle posts work out schedules as policy papers
We the people will gun our engines and finish in third place
The overbearing confident front is no longer based on any national accomplishments