It is a Tuesday in my heart
Early November in an even year
And Peace is running
Like a river more than a candidate
Dripping with potential
He’s damned upstream but ready to be let.
It is Evening in my heart
On the West Coast polls just closed
And Peace is losing
Like a sunset more than a boxer
The darkness is imminent
His fiery shafts stretch as the purple pushes.
Democracy fails in my heart.
Fear of corruption grips the populace
And Peace is missing
Like a rainbow’s end more than a runaway
Ethereal and distant
He’ll return one day with Revolution
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Saturday, August 08, 2009
I am all for Tort Reform
All their unbridled torting
It is time, I say, for a reformation
Martin Luther (not the King) style
Can a cowboy get a 95 theses up in here?
And also Land Reform
I am all for that
(If one can be all for more than one thing)
Those Fascist Hippies
It is time for a reformation of the land, I say
Can a bus driver get his 40 acres and a mule?
Oh and Health Care Reform
That, I am all for
Those Greedy Dentists
I say socialize my medicine
Like a homeschooled girl at a reformation picnic
Can a doorman get a vaccination?
And also, Immigration Reform
All that, I am for
Those Apple Pie Haters
Ship them out, says I, reformation style
Castrate and excommunicate
Can a Calvinist get a green card neighbor?
Likewise with, Campaign Finance Reform
For that, am I, all
Close the books and throw away the key
Into the depths of reformation hell, I say, I say
Can a cobbler get a corruption charge?
Finally, Welfare Reform
Am, for, that, all, I
Those Crocodile Sweaters
Take it all back and reform her
I say, row by row, I say, color coded, I say
Can a preacher get a reformation up in this piece?