Bitter Taste

A Poem by Spencer

I often feel like I don't belong
this world has gotten off base.
Like a child being bumped in a crowd
can't seem to find my place.

Twirling round within a storm
wondering if it will ever stop.
Conservatives, liberals, independents
all vying to reach the top.

They toss labels at me
like rain pouring from the sky.
Not one of them has the courtesy
to even look me in the eye.

Must be an idiot thinking like that
or maybe you're just a socialist pig.
Too many labels burying me
to get out from under I've got to dig.

What gives them the right
to bury me under their crap.
Not having the slightest idea
what's underneath my cap.

Broad encompassing statements
they so easily learn to believe
and while pointing at me in jest
there's more crap under their sleeve.

When did we lose the qualities
to debate with intelligent zeal.
To arrive at this sick kind of level
no one else's thoughts are real.

I've been called every sleazy name
before I can open my mouth.
Too many ignore even the potential
that our country has gone south.

Its not the location I mean
but the quality we used to know.
We have fallen to low self esteem
and I mean its gotten really low.

Holding tight to their party ties
ignoring another could be right.
Its as if they spend too much time
creating excuses late at night.

It is far past the time we admit
healthy discourse is a must.
Until this oligarchy is stopped
we're dead. On that you can trust.

Give a little thought to the future
you really think everyone else is wrong
that somehow you are the "all knowing"
the only one to sing our country's song?

I keep feeling like I don't belong
much of our country has gone to waste.
Like a child biting into something new
this crap has a real bitter taste.

Del Cano 2008 June