Polemics and Theatrics

Cult and trend and recalcitrance I'm from the streets and have seen things But this I have to admit is beyond me It's hunting season and they are all in Pontificating politicians demanding penance Pointing fingers at pimps and king pins Attracting the attention of sharp shooters It’s a dreary mess of an age They are feeding us baloney sandwiches So that we can digest the drab Dullness mixed with brilliant moments Freaky nonsense and ebullient concepts Politics, polemics and theatrics If it wasn’t pathetic I’d call it poetic In this prison we languish I stopped and thought for a moment Time and circumstance, one and the same No distinction, hard to tell apart Trust me on this. C’est ne pas possible I’ve followed the algorithm Up to where it turns around the hill I’ve seen it in totality, in its many hats and faces It reads like a book. It reeks like a fluke But I’m hardly moved. We are flipping pages Flipping pages in a book of tricks Every presence is a narration A monument of words and actions Good and sometimes shocking Infractions and retractions Piles of reactions and counteractions Call it interaction. Break it down But watch your intonation