In Flagrante Delicto

The story behind In Flagrante Delicto

In marble halls they stage their plays,
their tongues are knives, their smiles ablaze.
Caught mid-thrust, the crime is clear—
they’re fucking us, year after year.

Campaign vows, those satin sheets,
become the chamber where deceit repeats.
They whisper hope, they moan reform,
then legislate the perfect storm.

In flagrante, hand in till,
they bend the laws, they bend our will.
Red or blue, the bedsheets stain,
the thrusts are real, the gains are vain.

Each scandal’s met with staged regret,
yet payoffs keep the stage well set.
They call it duty, call it trust,
but all that glitters turns to rust.

We are the marks, the willing prey,
applauding actors night and day.
The spotlight burns, the truth is raw—
the crime is live, we watch in awe.
And still we vote, as if we must—
while they climax in betrayal’s thrust.