The perfect voter has a smile but no eyes,
maybe not even a nose or hair on his or her toes,
maybe not even a single sperm cell, ovum, little paramecium.
Politics is a slug copulating in a Poughkeepsie garden.
Politics is a grain of rice stuck in the mouth
of a king. I voted for a clump of cells,
anything to believe in, true as rain, sure as red wheat.
I carried my ballots around like smokes, pondered big questions,
resources and need, stars and planets, prehistoric
languages. I sat on Alice's mushroom in Central Park,
smoked longingly in the direction of the mayor's mansion.
Someday I won't politic anymore, my big heart will stop
loving America and I'll leave her as easy as a marriage,
splitting our assets, hoping to get the advantage
before the other side yells: Wow! America,
Vespucci's first name and home of free and brave, Te amo.
by Denise Duhamel and Maureen Seaton
wow! does this sound up-to-date. i wonder when it was penned. and what if duhamel wrote it in the last year or so? i definitely relate, and it doesn't hurt that the locations she mentions are from the city of my birth and upbringing. -gk
Someday I won't politic anymore, my big heart will stop loving America and I'll leave her as easy as a marriage, splitting our assets, hoping to get the advantage before the other side yells Very good poem. tony
A cynical look at the farcical spectacle of modern day politics in America...great stuff!
Someday I won't politic anymore, my big heart will stop. I never like politics, they are so unstabkle like one's crazy mind who is now at the first place in the USA and is talking stupidly all the time. IF I were you, dear ladies, I am really disheartened, having a president below the average standard. As a poetess, I have never heard any more stupid, true imaginable how you both must have felt..CONGRATULATIONS being chosen as the MPOTD!
In world everything is beautiful But politics such a word where the good heart one always gets bad smell from inside though outside is artificially graceful!
Great work on politics. Thanks and congratulations for being selected this poem as the modern poem of the poem of the day for second time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Politics is a slug copulating in a Poughkeepsie garden. Politics is a grain of rice stuck in the mouth of a king. satire, politics. tony