Blowing in from under Daley's shadow, Cook
county, liberally
sponsored by green gas-
bags & misery's boldest broker, he
can, thru
comely pauses &
flowery syllables, swooning
rhythms, comfortable
cadence & that mellifluous gargle- 'just
because you have an individual right doesn't mean the
state or federal
Government cannot constrain that right'- yes
he can- having secured a mortgage from
Rezco as unsung Chicagoland seniors sweltered &
rotted from neglect in
summer haze- yes he
can- w/ the
policy experience & Chicago wind to
cleanse our crusty pallet of rotting apples, bitter
yams, the unpleasant after-
taste of History, from a single acorn sprout nuts enough to
engulf Mr. Lincoln's words & Mr. DuSable's legacy under
Daley's expanding
pall, leave only
change in our pockets, co-
opt hope, extend
voting rights to the graveyard & subsidize that
dose of Soma prescribed to
liberate
all Yanks of
that onerous yoke
of
sovereignty.
Truth is nobody can drink reality (ergo truth) without a chaser of reconstructed (or deconstructed) surreality. One balances the other in mendacious society. But think of the politicians who've made it an art form to save their concupiscent souls... Rgds, Ivan
You are seriously observant... and then you pen it into an engaging piece. Hat off, C. t x
rings of local Mendros politics if you ask me... thinking of my well-being, can't prescribe to this dosage... - sorry, Deana xx
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I would like to translate this poem
Obama Oh boma...we have a bunch of crazy people running for office.