corporatocracy’s statesmen…

ragged edges
of
a dream
protrude from
neatly
tailored words
words
repeated as
a mantra
a mantra
taught
in grade school
and
ever year
thereafter
about
personal responsibility
and
maintaining
a logical approach
to
the world’s insanity
words spoken
in a voice
that
seems to
have never
experienced
joy
for
the little laughter
emitted
sounded as if
it was
prescribed
by
some
school psychologist
as a treatment
for
being different
a suppressed
little laugh
almost swallowed
by
its own embarrassment
clearly
out of place
with
its immaturity
and
surely
not the time
when dealing
with
such grave issues
but
politicians
rarely
are
socially appropriate