This is a poem inspired by the absolute ridiculousness of political grid lock. I care not for a side and for no person – but for the overall lack of enthusiasm to work as a whole unit. In a way that the body can only truly function if it all works together. I am not sure where all of this shit is going to take us, but my optimism is waning. I wrote this as much for the humor as for the literal sense. I tried to capture the disgust for which I feel
for the current situation. Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t, but I enjoyed trying! Enjoy!
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Upon us is The Great Sequestration!
Ode to the amazing political constipation!
This is no nation of procrastination and indignation!
But rather a great land
Of sensation and flirtation
With capitalism
And now possible stagnation!
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The political bowel filled with dense matter
And the while the belly of the great nation
Grows fatter and fatter
But who really wants to ask
What is the matter?
Surely it can’t be
An infection of the bladder
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It is the anus
Filled and discontent
No one wants to work
To lift the great clog
The almighty circumvent!
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To move past political lines
Dine of much higher fair, politicians
The real moving kind
The sledge of procrastination
Must be cast into the toilet bowl
Worry not if it will over flow
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It is time for change
Of the diet we consume
Must surely change
Grow and support
Greater endeavors
But it can not be just some broke ass poet
Who can be oh so clever
Ask yourself today
What are you willing to do for tomorrow
To cast away this fowl sorrow
To stitch the times that have grown to divide
And I will surely be
On your side
A Cup of Songwriting 