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The Lonely Politician

Stark light, bright muse,

somebody find me a stump!

 

Son, this one’s for you.

I am here

 

to rock the sun! dismantle the art

of pandering.  You see, I never wanted a part

 

of such a soulless politic, which has everything to do

with playing it safe…  So I did what I could, struck notes

 

of progress, in the form of amendments, onto larger

wayward Washington corporate packages, trimmed of anything

 

too disenfranchised, too independent – I wandered on

the other side

 

of the NO TRESPASSING sign, the side

that was made for you and me, the sky

 

and life

of dreaming, through the trees, like a winding

 

path

down a hill – until, staring out, now;

 

unto a sea

of seismic

 

faces, rainbowed and ragged,

gently swaying, he thinks man

 

I have cast some lonely votes,

fought some lonely fights, mounted

 

some lonely campaigns.  But I do not

feel lonely now.

 

 

 


Posted 02/15/20
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