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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DLIpWLLPnu4

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And I shout back,

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As the politician would to his mutinous circle,

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I'd wage war on that.

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I'd take ineptitude

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Deep into desperate combat.

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I'd betroth you its throat;

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I'd present to you its head.

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Because if I couldn't,

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I'd rather prefer the adept impressionability 

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Of being remembered

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By virtue of being dead.

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Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this quite reminds me of a certain politician in the current climate.
Already having lost his head due to ineptitude...and yet...his circle hasn't learn to mutiny yet...or are afraid to.
i like the ending...which also brings me back to another interpretation...and speaking with praise for the dead, how poets often don't get the recognition they might deserve until they expire...
then there poetry is on fire...and everyone is burning to read it.
j.

[Ookpik]

Nail on the head, in both regards.

It's funny, I remember seeing a photograph in a national geographic depicting a proto human with its skull in its lap - it was titled 'the first politician' and I've carried the image with me ever since,

This is actually a two parter, the one on my page, immediately prior, being the first half

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I will check it out...