Top Shirts Are Ironed In A Big Shot Style - Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

Top shirts are ironed in a big shot style
Disinfected fingers disinfected smile
Hand in hand polished policies acquire
Cliff cut hairs when the straights are dire

Tuxedo models in top toxic fashions
Red catwalk marches upon the blood
Is it possible to fulfill the passions
Of mud stained shoes diving in the mud?

‘Politics- they never pose naked’
Sure Vishnya true they always fake it.

Regardless of country tzardom or empire
It’s always the same blood sucking vampire
Old tzars hanging in emperor’s new clothes
Germany, Russia, America…or new
Nutsi Nazi, Comrade Parade, Yankee Hankies… or who
Old aristocracy playing democracy
Playing on the earth playing on the moon
The vampire games of a tycoon

Sometimes they take a court poet or two
To set up the stage for me and you
All we can before they track us down
Is play fool stepping on their crown

Top shirts are ironed in a big shot style
Disinfected fingers disinfected smile
Hand in hand bitter political satire
Is all that’s left when the straights are dire