President's PuppetsA Poem by papaedThe upcoming race from my perspectivepainful patience pervades. political power-mongers spar for paltry political points, assault with exhausted sag-armed punches. mix mean measures titillating truth and dabs of ruthless, usually useless, to create campaign half-fact creatures wresting wretched misinformed allegiance from subculture groups.
our collective conscience must by its nature tend to middle ground... a waving, tottering, media-tweaked bell curve struck by extreme notions with resounding clangs intending to move the center. have little success as long as our three-headed government has balanced power to retard and absorb extremes ... as the originators intended.
without opposition extremism rears it’s ugly head. control is censored. fiction becomes truth. direction is subject to random meanderings. with arrogance, wealth, power hunger, greed, ambition, and showmanship in common, you’d think good buddies could join hands as they spar to be the puppet master, the controller, the decision maker, to wrest resources from the wretched, to appease the unappeasable powerless masses of poor. but knowing no loss, the president’s impotent puppets dangle, dance and wiggle wily wooden heads while the media mind driven drivel tows the overly adorned and underly adored blasted band wagon in a powerful perilous parade through a pitiful repeated pattern toward a notable November. © 2008 papaedReviews
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8 Reviews Added on February 12, 2008 AuthorpapaedKansas City, MOAboutno erudite pontifications, no complex extrapolations no intentional hurtful lies, just simple age-wise aliteration and prose, of a man who's in the throes of living day to day from his head down to.. more..Writing
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