Of Corruption and Orgasms

Corruption, like orgasms, contracts It pulls back the hope from children and mothers and fathers A tightening if you will The nation draws still inhales and holds it for a generation, a lifetime before it bursts forth in an explosion of desire and greed and loathe we call change Poverty comes that premature ejaculation where all is drained and empty and wasted until it turns to want and need again The searing heat of passion contacts the nation again draws tight its fabric and plunges us into the perpetual death of austerity where we hang suspended until the ripples of election consumes us once again