Satire for Blockheads

Nothing’s changed much, as the lady’s Yellen and sportin the grey.  She talks a lot and says nothing. Watching politicians making statements for public consumption reminds me North Georgia.    
   
It makes me wonder if they have a some sort of a cue that off shoots their mouths.  The hooch was good though – admittedly.  Keep’em coming lady Yellen, It’s good for the economy.   The changes will come after the next election, and the next and the next.  
   
Southerners, Politicians, It took me a long time to figure out that theirs were only words of no deeds to match anything.    But then again, they know no charm in them there words, they only know how to get a speech writer on the telly.    
   
I do believe in the future of agriculture and a faith born not of words but of deeds.  I gave that entire speech in front of the congregation.  Who speaks for the darkness?  I couldn't believe it when the lights went out in the auditorium and the hushed shuffling began.   I just kept speaking.  For if the darkness is already ahead of the light, what is the value beyond a bright though?      
   
Is anybody there?  
   
She is gone, for when she was strewn across the bed wrapped in ribbons of intrigue and courage and writing her Greek love poem, the bed up and took off because of a relative case of dysgraphia.  Now she must learn to fly the bed.   But she’ll pay no mind to irrelevant reality as some sort of ancestral tale of light where animals are kept in almanacs as sawflies and nettle hairs: God’s burning physics, as silent lucidity is being built from squares.

I want to say universe but it comes out as physics.  Although there is much beauty and idealism there, the seeds of the universe get diluted and there’s no growth.   Perhaps I stand at the pier too often, glutton for a mass equation in the distance coming towards me, yet there’s reality in the insatiable appetite for Aristotle’s quandary, and oh how little we profit from Plato, and so I wonder of love while looking for pathos in the height of the tide.  The amusement is natural.