The Great and The Governed
Dreaming a demos, The Founding Fathers laundered out
Their Worships on a Line of Truth in hope, now puppet-show;
A conceptual Escape from Alcatraz by leave of Crazy Horse;
And the sheen of silver sidewalks soiled, abraded off
Steer here, or nearly hereabouts, coerce there peradventure;
And worse, envisaged freedom bombs; a crude attack dead-centre
Upon resolve;
Has-been intended sanctury, and open range to choose from,
A paradise to win one’s spurs:- heads-up!, you always lose some!
This place of home-made apple pie, ah, ‘Home, home, on the range
Where the tear and the lycanthrope prey…..tra la.…’
Here are marauder Mensche pressing forth, stradling the action
Clubbed fists, tight-white, and antimony stood, their faction
Calling the tune, the tenor, scheming computations
Astute, inflamed, pursuant to their harvest haul colations
A rout then, where egos dare to slip their hallowed constitution
Bald-evil-like, misnomer shares to vend, to a trepidation
Of kindliness; a clothed and clever flagrant obfuscation
Feathers their nests
Distance extrapolates; common, regular guys on streets
Concieve no inking of voracious trampling feet
On hungryneck depredations following upon their lowly beat;
Consider they comic books where monsters make belief
Then outrage upstarts, like Apolyon’s fiery eyes engage
Appearing across the paper page, or laid back TV phrase,
Conception whether to believe such understanding stews
Alas, all’s Greek
To ordinary Joe and common Gillian
The enormities of fiction are their only beefy bouillon
Nor happens in their day and age contemptible deceptions
Like history
No, no such things at home in our beloved Federal Union
Uncomfortable and scary things like Illium’s topless towers
Into a refuse bin go labelled Tidy Truth Away
Or on a freight train headed out for another race and day
But rears another world dissevered from the homestead hoi polloi
Where estimated people leisure, lounge, and creepycrawl
Bleeding the bottom-feeders, seeding super-grievous calls,
Wearing the Stars and Stripes out from behind their curtain wall
Choice is no choice from such to figure forth fair leaders
Weevils in ostentatious houses built with fragrant scented cedars
Understand well enough the tab is large when ate at Caesar’s
The whole house tumbles, shatters, to ovations from crowd-pleasers
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