political ruminations

Whereas and wherefore hence and hereafter An idle balloon sits high in the rafters It’s hard to decide which one is dafter The one who just bought it or the “arts” crafter the media just primps and prunes while she stumbles in the ruins rejoicing in the things she brings while dancing on those puppet strings he sees a future glowing bright says he’s the one to make it right that he will wage an endless fight if the handcuffs aren’t too tight The rainbow, seems it’s met its due All they see is red and blue Run their mouths, fuel their planes Call each other nasty names And we, poor saps, will cast our votes Based on their nasty, feral quotes In hopes whoever gets the nod Will not bring back the firing squad