The Wingers

one points the finger at the other telling it that it knows all about what s/he stands for & on this side the winger states all the aspects of her/his parameters & the details, suggestions & manufactured ways of understanding all add up to a perfect little box which only changes when the greater group says so. marching in line behind the rest one winger stares across the way at its opposite & with all its ideas & views stuffed in its head it assumes a crystal clear focus having rehearsed all its slogans having agreed upon all its poses having put on its lip balm to start kissing ass all across the board smiling for the pictures hugging the babies & when asked question after question the winger responds appropriately with no real thought of her/his own stating all the things about what they read or what they were told to say when confronted by the machine. churning, spinning, churning & make-believing to themselves that there is something so different about them from those other humans who don’t believe what it is that they do or at least pretend to believe--- the wingers define themselves by the convictions corresponding to the rungs of whatever ladder they are attempting to climb & they are all just a few blowjobs away from becoming immaculate idiots.