The Machine -- Part 2 -- Bring Your Own Booze to the Wild Political Party

Disclaimer. This poem is not intended to be

about any particular election, party or candidate.

Cast your ballot for

Your party's running mates.

Strange bedfellows in Roman

Orgy compromising positions.

Straining to see what was

Once their clear-cut original goal.

Tarred and feathered goes the ideals,

Run out of town on a rail of policy.

Politics of law.

Politics of religion.

Politics on every level.

No real friends, only polite vested interests.

Party politics in the

Bedroom,

Workplace

And church.

Spinning ethics and morals

To be fit for desiccation

By whatever spider desires

To make their web in :

Palace royal,

Church pious,

Courtroom solemn,

Family room secure.

The lesser of two evils is often

Greater than the sum of the two,

Where some sort of twisted

Gestalt only applies -- the package

More Important than the contents --

All that does is the law of the jungle.

Tone-up poser muscles.

Groom rhetorical fur.

Sharpen fang intimidation.

Demagogic rule being the rule of thumb,

Firmly placed where the sun never

Shines, because truth is exposed

Only in the light.

Plans made in the

Nether regions of base instincts,

Where the true nature

Of we humans reluctantly steps

Out of its ancient cage nightly to

Prowl, only to return by morning to

Have pure and honourable melodies

Sooth the savage breast.

Copyright © 2008 Daniel Irwin Tucker