I know this is kind of strange. Call it an “effort poem”?

and you think you know what politics is

and you think politics is all about voter registration and issues
war, abortion, taxes, global warming, and medicare

you think politics is all those candidates running for office
and you think you know what politics is
let me tell you what politics is

politics is a dollar in my pocket and a rock in my head
politics is a glass eye, shell shock, and schizophrenia
an impenetrable wall that eludes your touch
politics is a big advertisement for coca-cola classic
and the drum beat of the daily news

and just as history is the chronology of war
politics is the seismic movement of power
you feel it and they tell you everything about it that is
of no possible value

politics is two guys slam drunk in some local dive
not knowing what society they live in or who they’re talking to
because politics is not what you see on the six o’clock news

politics is all the reasons it got all fouled up in the first place
politics is why they misappropriated your money
politics is all of t. s. eliot’s “arguments of insidious intent”

where words are cast about like frisbees in the air
words like liberty equality freedom justice patriotism
the meanings bleached out by the sun
and contorted by misunderstanding and abuse
illiterate we are in our native tongues

politics is the mish and the mash of compromise
it’ s the give and take of his opinion and hers
politics is the confluence of the “is”
with the “what ought to be”

real-politick is the reality of life as opposed to the dream
it is life’s approximations instead of the ideal

and there come a man and woman of the caves and jungles
displaced just a little
to occupy the high rise office structures and condominiums
they have shed the mask of thickened hide and heavy fur
and don the satin sheen of this new hairless breed
clinking cocktails
sliding loosely into believing in ideologies

politics is the enaction of survival of the fittest
politics is the play of those best equipped for this world
with all the tools endowed by God
and played-out without any knowledge of His existence

politics is getting along with life
while watching those less fortunate fall by the wayside
and you watch and pray
to save your guilty soul
and spare yourself the others’ fate

politics is not a two party game
structured opposition democracy and government in the making
politics is the color of our lives
politics is what we settle for
politics is the yin and the yang of our work and our play
of life and its introspection

politics is a stale joke in a smoke-filled room
oh! i lost my wallet on the other street corner!
but the light is so much better over here

politics is a lighthouse beacon shining far out
into the fog-shrouded night

and politics is a baby-blue tinted disposable contact lens
on the eye of a potato
Could I explain something on this poem? The tone is somewhat belligerent or something, but it’s not meant to be that way towards the reader. I am actually speaking more to myself, OK? No disrespect intended.

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One Response to “I know this is kind of strange. Call it an “effort poem”?”

Robert says:

April 4, 2010 at 1:56 am

to begin this poem is so far fetched that to comprehend this poem my grade point average has drastically declined. and lets not for get that politics is a very highly disguised topic being compaired in various ways but in your words poltics is like a contact lens of a patato is so ludicris that i would like to say this poem is a COCCYDYNIA to read. thus to conclude this poem should be ripped up chewed up and spit out and then you should start all over

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