politicians are what’s left after you’ve
wrung humanity out of a sponge; it is
not as bizarre as it seems, imagine an
ability to absorb any manner of toxic
waste and yet appear embraced wholly
and functionally natural – point of fact,
buoyed fat with joyful expectations and
braying utterly phony competence
there you see the essence of the beast,
the symbiotic synthesis of dependency,
a classic need measuring what ails us
all – the venom squeezed is viral angst
affecting society, incurable lest we be
attested true in use of a cleaning rag
© 13 October 2011, I. D. Carswell
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