Conventional Realization

conventional swirls
so much going down
around.

TV’s wish:

“stop that,
start this”

as if the people’s vote
was a squandered kiss.

its a holdover from
a generation before

and I ask how many senators
read their mail today?

I am in the mele
swimming towards a cause
that floats my fancy

dreaming of the sins that
are controlled by cash
handed under a short desk

even paid for
a rage against the machine
to distract me from the issues

cause politicians have long arms
and big hands
if you weren’t aware
but they’re in there

Staples across the pages
of America
fastening together a society
based on freedom,
not capital gains

pains
cause my arms are short
and my hands are small
and I can’t reach the goods

but will be fine as long
as I stay away from the
pro-life/pro-execution crowd.

the mob has shaken me
taken me

to new issues, unbeknownst
to my used up tissues

I believe that prosperity has made
US miss the point

and I say this as a matter of fact, not opinion

I find this in the wealth,
trained and gained,
and its partly the fault
of US who live

and part is in
US who have passed

cause incomplacency breeds

chaos of the system

and is such that I can’t blink,
even hear myself think.

the TV’s sucked US in
spit US out, showed US doubt

convinced US
that there is little we can do,
but watch what happens.

and on one day a year
some every four
decisions are made,

and all of US I’s
should be committed
to expressing
the loudest voice
we got.



©2000 by Yosh