Tenderhearted Elocution

like leftover sloppy joe dripping out the sides of his/her mouth as the gormandizer gets ready for the rest of the meal---s/he stands at the podium, a politician, a priest---one in the same, telling the sheep that they are not to blame---because s/he tells them what they want to hear (that things will be better once they are in charge, that if things don’t get better there is a land somewhere off in the distance waiting for them after death that will help make sense of it all), that s/he can relate to the way that they hurt, s/he looks, s/he appears to have lived a life of worry like them, s/he appears to have creases in the face produced by lack of financial security just as they, s/he even tears up on cue as the best in hollywood, when pressed---with handshakes, baby-kissing, “blessings” & “prayers,” each signal the lowest possible denominator of evolution, what hangs on for dear life as those final attributes that will be forgotten with the dust & left in the gutter, when the robots finally come.