Archive 10/27/10

 

   

The Mother of All Apocalyptic Midterms

                                                                  

 

For more than three in-the-dark-night-of-the-soul months,

You've sworn off reading newspapers, eschewed TV, mothballed your PC,

Which has allowed your politics-addicted psyche to withdraw,

Reformat itself into a state of relatively nonpartisan indifference.

In truth, your whole body has appreciated the salutary change of pace.

 

If ignorance is, as they say, ignorant,

Then at least, you figure, sagaciously, it's blissful ignorance,

One not fraught with shrill, temper-tantrum, in-your-face campaign rhetoric,

Made up of lies libeling/slandering another's already-sullied reputation,

And hyperinflated promises to build bridges over abysses to nowhere.

 

But for what reason you've broken rank and file with your right reason,

Just days before the nation's apocalyptic midterm elections,

You can't venture a guess, a fart-in-the–Large-Hadron-Collider speculation.

Bull farts! You damn well know the reason: you're powerless over politics,

Especially now that the GOP's rapacious pachyderm is closing in on its prey,

 

Stalking, crouching, salivating, with greedy eagerness, to make the kill,

Turn the donkeys out of office, stomp their sad asses into carrion

To be devoured by the buzzards of the conservative base,

Starving for Jesus to return to His rightful place

In the trinity of the executive/legislative/judicial branches of righteousness.

 

Now, the nonstop coverage of the Second Coming has finally arrived,

And you're on your rathskeller davenport, before your LG HDTV,

With a bottomless bag of Fritos, twelve-pack of Pabst, carton of Twinkies,

Licking your chops, foaming at the mouth, sprouting a pulsating woody,

Your adrenaline red-lining as you bite your finger- and toenails,

 

Cheering on the projected victors, as they mangle, gut, and bury the burros,

In a systematic bloodletting of five-hundred-year-flood proportions.

You're paroxysmal with this brand-new "in the beginning" America

Transfiguring itself right before your rock-of-ages-enraptured eyeballs,

Speaking, in tongues, the true voice of the people...your kind of people.

 

 

 

 

 

 

                               

 

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