The Label Machine

Politics is the hot topic of late, with the exception of the economy, but who cares about that.

Democracy is a game and we are the pawns that force checkmate

Only to play over again with different winners and different losers

But it is only more of the same

Majority always wins be it power or the populace

Because whoever has the most toys wins

And toy guns point in every direction

Simultaneously

Shall we play another ice cold game of Russian Roulette?

Or possibly pin the tail on the elephant?

 

Is it only logical that logic is our only choice and conclusion?

The North American blue elephants thunder their roar

“Love and liberty are all that matter and if you don’t believe us

We will stomp all over you.”

While the gritty donkeys bellow their war cry

“Always strive for PEACE!”

 

Yes, they will seek yet never obtain

The giant label machine will wine and stain

The players push each other’s buttons

Operate pulleys on strings

Until their label machine is on auto pilot

Pushing onwards at 360 degree angles.

 

Wait, what were we talking about again?

Did you know that BC borders parts of Alaska?

 

The black and white painted walls are Palin away and

I can’t help but wonder

“Maybe black this time?”

The world is so novel that I just can’t bare to read one.

 

I want to free myself from the chains of democracy

But whenever I do, I lose my voice

I don’t have a choice

But to play my part

Like the tool that I am

On the giant label machine.

Reviews

my advice, the word tool second last line, maybe changing that would make it a little more attractive to the eye.

okay, so not only is this a phenomenal piece of writing in general, it really says something.
i really liked this. [:

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