Pieter Bruegel / Johannes Wierix: The Drunkard Pushed into the Pigsty.
Fire and brimstone, missile flight smashing impotency over Great Other.
Pig faced anger, Kim Jong Closet Culture Vulture, kills the thing he loves.
Threats make giggle, grows bored, dips back into black-market-trough while throne of emaciated denizens die of senseless sanctions.
Crushing own country, Fat Pig-Un sits on Fat Pig arse, shitting it all upon malnourished nation.
Fat Pig leaders of other worlds, squeal in Fat Pig outrage.
The smell of rotting corpses, fuelled by methamphetamine, fills the air--drifts nuclear threat on jet-streams toward blind captains puffed up on power, reassuring us they're in control.
Distracted losers dazzled by hysterical magicians.
Fattest-of-the-pig-military [industrial complex] winners, carry on picking onlookers' pockets while climate catastrophe garbage gyre carries on turning on--turning into--humanity's cry for help suicide.
Welcome to the pigsty, Kim.
