Left Of Zero

take the words and use
them like a man-child would with
pure toilet paper,
turn them into the one-dollar
w****s they deserve to become

do this because the
pot is not black enough for
your kettle spirit,
yet it is not the sating
inkwell you hoped it would be

all you have proven
is that obesity is
not just physical,
it is a mental ailment
like liberal politics

but you and your ilk
go all slack-jawed when he asks
you what quotients have
to do with intelligence,
your ilk is left of zero

as the bloodhounds once
said with tongue-in-cheek coolness,
foxtrot uniform
charlie kilo to you and
your fellow mental inbreds

you and your kin are
the white turning brown stains on
the sullied insides
of every boy’s gym sock,
never fading into null

you made the target
but concentric annuli
became the tattoo
on your rather obese a*s,
you have justly earned his wrath

this is forever,
you become remembered in
prose and verse because
you blow more idiot wind
than Obama or Romney

Reviews

[TLK]

I can't quite picture the person or persons you are writing this to, as I feel it is about the American political landscape (which seems to me to be -- in the extremes -- a battle between the deluded, who believe in the tradition of failure that American politics sets two warriors to fight over Pyrrhically; and frontier throwbacks who believe in some kind of ungoverned freedom of markets, as if they haven't shown that their bulk is insensitive to markets (and as if Adam Smith has not been misused enough. This looks silly but, then, all extremes look silly, I don't think any country has a monopoly on silliness).

I thought "do this because the
pot is not black enough for
your kettle spirit," was an exceptional turn of phrase. However, I was not aware what the quotients part alluded to, I suspect there is some quote that I am unaware of.

However, I would hope that there is no politically-engaged person on the planet who can't grasp the possibilities of the last few lines. "Idiot wind" indeed.
Still, when the fool ventures into the desert and finds himself thirsty, his wise companion will prompt: "this is yet another sign of foolishness." The fool is not so stupid to fail to reply: "the wise man who followed the fool into danger is the most reproachable."
I can't quite believe that we are still gullible to the same fake smiles after so many aeons of it. 'Panem et circenses' stretching back, for all time.