Second
term president mid-term blood letting
Flood
the program in Koch money crushing the canned
Mailer
in the box daily about the executive in a race for a senator
Blue
and red one-party pulling apathy
Through
the streets with F150’s rallying for low turnout for a swap meet
Alternating
turns at the wheel for the illusion of a middle pit against a lower
For
an upper oligarchy consolidating resources in an exponential
Acceleration
for human extinction
The
numbers of unemployment lowest in years
Economy
accelerating with stagnant wages
Increased
minimums and affordable healthcare albatross sound-bite nooses
Facts
secondary to sentiment because maintaining control
Is
paramount to avoid revolutions in the streets
If
the average cat understood the magnitude of a trillion dollars
Compared
to a ten-ten wage or what work till you die means
Superfluous
hamsters in Guatemala to Houston chained in desperation
To
keep a border-line for Juarez, spook African Ebola behind a jungle specter
Distraction
in the combat of allowing a Senate to flush crimson
What
that means behind six years of obstruction and what a party would do
If
it could propose what it means, got to be so careful with the veil removed
To
be so public in the request to pass legislation beyond rhetoric
Force
state-admitting privileges to block abortions
A
vote in D.C. on what marijuana looks like on a resume rather than a budget
Appearances
like who goes to services on Sunday and takes the bribe on Monday
The
backline of a political action committee denial to “that is not my ad”
“I
had nothing to do with that, I benefit from, but did not approve this message."
The
hypocrisy of the grease pipe spewing midnights of a system intending
To
maintain the standard as long as possible as if once-in all hope is lost
The
ballot box meaningless as soon as the commercial cycle ceases to occupy the
airwaves
The
televisions do not advertise what good is, only the hurdles purported as an
opponent
There
is no opponent, no ass or pachyderm just money, power, a troth
Doing
what we do, no us, no them, no will-not be televised revolution,
Just
the byproduct of a truce
Between
how little can I be involved before my nut is threatened?
Take
his, hers, but not mine, who’s coming him? Them?
Staring
around the room
In
a global battle of empathy to move towards a feminist perspective
To
value the whole over the ordained echelon piloting
Pfizer
10-K results and why you think you need a loaded barrel
Anarchy
and misery brewing a food bank to slurp on the evening news
Distorting
what is for what the one-party wants you to see
To
never be an eight-lane Hong Kong highway occupied with a tent city
For
the right to pick your own candidates, America has that; sure if you think so?
Funds
to run, who has the right to tell you what you think is important.
Happy
balance of powerful men sporting hand guns pointed at each other in a concrete
room
Trembling
fingers ready at the trigger keeping the world in balance
Food
and water from a draining aqueduct in the center of the circle rotting
Oceans
outside the building starving told not to grow a garden
Not
to go solar, not to question the charge-master hospital bill
Listen
to clear channel radio and bob your head to anything but Dylan or Marley
Swipe
your card through the drive-through and combust Christmas like it’s real
As
if the champion of shed possessions would ever ask you to horde
By
participating in a commercial binge of a fat man in a sleigh
Who
has never actually brought anyone a damn fucking thing
Believe
in the red herring wedding
That
today something was ruined or accomplished rather than simply continued
Like
an undulating mask-wave to disguise the magic trick is to keep society from
imploding
Into
asking how can we hold the powerful accountable to do the right thing
When
no one is looking or forces mutual assurance inside industries and sectors
To
create a verified proxy-voting system to effectually supplant Congress
For
the richest country on the globe to be a flag-bearer for health rather than war
For
democratic renewable energy rather than fossils owned like diamonds
Only
valuable because there is a commercial telling the masses
You
need this for your love to be valid, to wed unless you have similar gonads then
no
But
breeders go ahead and press the pedal while the Jurassic gel lasts
Because
a bicycle is anarchy, death with dignity is anarchy
Diet
before pharmacology is anarchy,
Free
internet college courses for recognized national certifications is anarchy
Gardens
over lawns is anarchy, canceling Christmas consumerism is anarchy
Drinking
just water is anarchy, recognizing the danger of consolidated wealth is anarchy
Love
for no reason but love is anarchy
Ideas
were never on the ballot
All
you see is non-white male vote staying home disenchanted with a Manchurian
candidate
Tilting
the demographics of a national electorate so that we never mention the turnout
Because
the one-party does not want you to focus on the turnout
Only
the idea of a fifty-one percent conclusion
As
if once piercing the majority the totality is muted
No
complaints; you voted; you chose this obstruction
To
hold weight, to sit in these rotating chairs of tenure
To
bark ideologies over ideas because the forty-nine percent
Is
not the forty-nine percent
Voters
tip between the lesser of two-clones
Based
on a wedge-issue that never represents legislation
Just
a sound bite; and the trillions get shifted in the background
Between
the forty percent of the fifty-one that succumbed
The
forty-nine percent that declined and the masses that stayed home
So
that the approval of the sliver of citizens united that remain sleeps in a bank
account
Dwarfing
the remainder
To
wonder where the line between chaos and control resides
Beating
in the worries of a Kansas soccer mother and a Santa Fe factory worker
Visualizing
resentment in an ad spot paid for to support the ideas in their own heads
That
pull their strings
Pumping
an anthem in a red herring about things to come
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