Of Being Apolitical
 

 

Edgy disorder is in the air today
dripping like mustard
from a Coney Island Hot Dog.

Mistrust hops from mind to mind,
leap-frogging over headlines
read just this morning.

Flinty eyed masses perambulate
crowded streets in search of
that gleaming sliver.

Leaders conspire to filibuster
over issues too opaque
to have any semblance of humility.

Foreigners view our politics
askance, as though our politicians
actually spoke for us all.

Common interests among common men
would become crystalline should
the common ever speak.


Submitted for the Brain Tease challenge

“disorder”

Dedicated to my good friend Bubby

By AlwaysMyWords

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