The Other Day I

 

The other day I visited  
A political site for poets,  
Always having thought  
That politics needs a  
Transfusion of clear thinking,  
Civil discourse, mutual respect,  
The AR-15s temporarily set aside.  
 
I envisioned poets sitting around  
Speaking In iambic pentameter  
While alluding to Greek mythology,  
Pipes clenched in orthodontically  
Pleasing ways,  
Leather elbow patches optional.  
 
I noted that I was a Progressive  
And that I just didn’t understand  
The need for name-calling.  
Couldn’t we just discuss issues?  
 
Apparently not.  
When I finally dropped in again  
I found that my comments  
Had been folded, spat upon,  
Spindled and mutilated  
By a run-amok train wreck  
Who apparently sits on  
The right hand of Q  
And the myPillow guy,  
Or whoevvah,  
 
With a jenga tower of faulty premises  
And assumptions enough  
To gag Marjorie Taylor Greene  
Or a spotted hyena,  
The two being interchangeable.  
 
I have been schooled and spanked  
And await the glorious moment when,  
In a galaxy far, far away,  
It will all make perfect sense  
When the JFKs jr & sr,  
Prince & Michael Jackson  
And god knows who else  
Rise from the dead and line the rest of us  
Up against the wall, motherfucker,  
And ask, Who’s laughing now?  
 
 
 
29 August 2022