CATASTROPHE'S MINSTREL

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JOURNAL # 40

'Catastrophe's minstrel'
spouting all the melodrama
like in the days of Babel
the political arena is a sick rat soup
of wanna be presidents
few with any real qualifications
keep speaking up
and growling already back at the media
shaking its stick
has been 's who donned that role
four years before even
and were booed out of the state
polls
one by tail tucked one
are now stirring up the buzz word
hornets' nest
lap dogs on the run
a few even attempting to
buy themselves a spot on the ticket
call them what you will
a motley crew
a gruesome lot
a side show circus ballooned to grow
it use to be a table of four
carefully paired down to the
best suit of two
and now the charades
gear up to begin
a romper room of ill advised men
trying to out manipulate the facts
in a death match of figures verses
statistics
King to Knight
game over
compromise is in everyone's
eye line now
who is dedicated enough to
watch the game play out
to hopefully beat the clock
the water table of financial glut
teeters doubtfully
to everyone's disfavor.............
(April 19, 2011 209am)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

a testy political hiccup of a poem geared at the early days gearing the American public up for the circus that is about to come again.... (pukes)

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