My very own conspiracy theory

Here it is, my very own conspiracy 

theory, and why not, it seems the rage 

lately to have one or several. 

Its not a fffflat earth five G pedopile of deep state

members sealing themselves into the pyramids

beneath central park my theory is out in the open

my conspiracy theory is this...Amy CB is a red

herring, a magician's slight of hand, a look

over there while we do this here trick. Many of us worry

about what she will do when appointed. Roe

versus Wade, healthcaringliveaid, hell even

bring back segregation, so it is no wonder all our eyes

are looking, watching, and as she takes up her role, will

 watch even more, will gather forces to scream outrage,

and forces will reply in like to fight that scream

a fracking of forces all looking at the court, at decisions that may

destroy the great work that went before... and while we all stare

and scream and rage into the night the fire that is climate

destruction will continue unabated...while we worry about influence

we will forget the biggest battle of our lives... the fight

for ourselves – not for the planet, the planet will survive,

not for biodiversity, it will return – for us,

our race, our future generations, us. While we gather

our voices, while we watch and complain at the judgments

oil companies will reap the harvests of a balance

lost in the clamor for the next logged and delivered forest...

America the new, America the great, America straddles

the petroleum demolition men counting their billions

while Amy waves at us, smiles and curtsies her little bit of praise

to the men of might as night descends to abscond with futures 

Amy dances, a manicured mannequin, Harlequin's mistress

selling our souls on the bench of fossil fueled destruction