The Fodder of fanatics

 Fanatics of those mediocre movements
of the pain in your hearts
that drives you to sustain yourself
on the gamelike dogmatic lie

at your crowds raving and dancing
cheering in unison
you've achieved the illusion
of such dogmatic illusory heights

the pain in your mind
outrage shared out like cake
digested and embodied
gamelike henchmen guide you

fanatics you are
with colors and signs
a movement that carries your legs forward
ignoring those counter-arguments

cushioning overgrown butts
with inflating self righteous drivel
in private I see through you, I see you fade
better grab your poster and find the parade