Poem: Right As It Gets

 

Right As It Gets

 

beneath a beautiful, blindfolded woman

cookie-cutter politicians 

gather voters by casting hate.

to confront them is to suffer.

no truth can slay their tricky verbal mindlock, 

one hell of a sophistical wall.

yes, logic is no defense.

will anything less than civil war 

accomplish anything?

maybe the path is hidden 

somewhere among this torture-field of stupid, stubborn egos.

does it lie broken somewhere 

in some unlikely ditch?

no.

 

no one is going to find it,

the corpse of compromise lost.

the righteous spittle-prone politicians

are as right as it gets, always so right,

never wrong,

these firebranded fire-eaters.

these able stewards, so right, 

called to carry the divine torch 

through the very darkness they spread.

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8/28/25 heavy mods ... Procrustes would be proud

6/20/24 ... mods . lots of mods

3/29 ... better poem now, more mods

3/24/23  ... major changes .. tried to take the confused POV out of the poem 

12/21 ... significant mods to the poem in the "stewards" stanza

Still grading papers...