When the Iron Man commeth
The fat lady will sing
The memory on the wall
Will bring and bring and bring.
The ringing phone
The past is never alone
Regression objectless
The people are debased
The victim’s history is traced
The raped is taped across the mouths of empty courtroom judges who aspire to higher things
Hemlock is drunk upon the self of itself
Reaping the rich wind of the merchants daughter
Taped across the mouth herself and eating cherry pie.

These are the lies of zero
And the empty thought
How can you know the second scene
When the first wonder is not amazement?
What is the brilliance of a Dr when the wages are not noted in the margin
Of hopelessness before the whiskey decanter
And missions to Mars in Oppenheimer (IMDb).

If you could replace your end results
The catharsis from film the nosey man wants
And admit the hollowness of RnB in the rampant man’s mind
Then maybe I would speak to your leaders.
“Take me to your leaders!” Cried Xenu,
Let’s see worlds unfolding
Cosmoses destroying each other
Unifying fields theorising in the matter of a retired man’s fantasy
Consciences appeased on the 2012 messages on YouTube.

AI Summary

Your piece moves through a landscape of mythic judgement, courtroom trauma, philosophical despair, and the collapse of meaning, blending images of violated justice, hollow institutions, failed leaders, and cosmic fantasies into a portrait of a mind trying to understand a world that no longer feels anchored. You describe how memory loops, how victims are silenced, how authority figures fail, and how even art and science — from whiskey‑soaked doctors to Oppenheimer’s Mars — feel like inadequate answers to the chaos. The poem circles around the desire for catharsis, the emptiness of modern culture, and the absurdity of spiritual or political systems that promise clarity but deliver confusion. It ends with a cosmic shrug — Xenu, unified field theories, 2012 prophecies — as if to say that when the world becomes incoherent, the mind reaches for myth, science, and fantasy all at once, searching for a truth that still feels just out of reach.