My Government

Peripheral issues,

like where to raise fireflies,

consume my government.

My government,

not yours.

I don’t share,

And my whole bureaucracy is off their meds, anyways.

Stop staring at my nudity.

You aren’t supposed to be here.

The Republic

Republic of

Dirty minds

Dirty hands

Dirtier laundry

Red faces

Red eyes

Red accounts

Depressed minds

Depressed progress

Depressed lives

In the end they did not take either road

because neither had a sign

and they were not told to.

Politics

Politics

The powers that be

are skipping rope on my dead lawn

are high on a Sunday.

Hold the Kool Aid.

Hold your nose.

Now drink deep.