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The Uncompassed Dual States of America
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[Portage, January
27,2010]
Republicans sat last night
En grisaille, suited
Crusty Easter Island moai
Stone-still, sneaking
Under-breath barbs to pals
Like middle school burnouts
Way in the back row
Trying to defy order \
Without being caught,
An earmark of smugness,
Total lack of respect.
Meanwhile Joe Bidenhead sat
Nodding metronomically
As our Preachident
Catalogued four-letter concerns:
Play-debt-bill-vets-core-gays- mess-
Safe-wall-fine-jobs-vote-nuke-wars-coal-
Side-easy-idea-hole-belt-veto-rule-
Poor-rich-good-evil-poll-pill-
Bank-bite-fear-home-loan-loss-
Gain-plan-forn-jobs-iran-iraq-NOKO-
Grid-deal- draw- debt-down-300M-
Left-lost-lose-loss-last-wins-back-
Won’t-quit-can’t-quit.
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As I heard it: We got off track on our closed track
Which then became a lost track,
And now allegedly we’re on the right track
To make a fresh track, and like that?
Can you keep track? Not I.
Right track: Down in Texas
Earlier this month
An old codger
Told me: “Some’s tightenin’ belts,
some’s wearin ropes fer belts,
and others is polishin’ gold buckles.”
We are less and less a country; We seem two
Angry, frightened Nations, divisible under mean-eyed
Naked ambition for power.
Elected officals do not serve the public.
They serve themselves and fatten
Their bank account prospects.
At least we have a leader
Speaking English, as opposed
To a “Decider” who don’t-
didn’t-won’t-wouldn’t-can’t.
All this talk-at (not tal-with)
All this faux drama,
brietard posturing by pharisees,
amounts to bipolar beer-glassery,
blends to educacaphanous verbal drool,
fainéant quiddity; some jerk ganked
our national compass, dudes, ISYN.
Over.
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