National Poetry Month, Poetry, writing

The Art of Distraction

Darling dears, oh how they trouble me
with all this nonsense and effrontery
to every single sensibility
to act as though we’re wedded to a cause
without the mind to question what it was
that brought us to this mess where we’ve arrived
and how it was that ever though we thrived
for times were better once than they are now
and times were worse, though some do not know how
or understand the history of the thing
and so sold the gold to buy the diamond ring
and screaming all the while to eat the rich
I’ve got to go and fill my candy dish
they say we’ve got to care and yet rise up
do they know that would mean we’d break their cup?
How do we undo all the damage that they’ve done?
They’re giving up their freedoms one by one,
wasting time on causes long since won,
they talk of issues that were handed down
they fight their parent’s fights and damn near drown
in politics and issues decades old
seeing not the thin facade that they’ve been sold,
next week they’ll burn their bras, protest the draft
and conjure Gerry G. back from the dead
still saying damn the man, they and piss and moan
while clawing over one another to the throne
on and on and on and on they drone
look at this great-good game that they talk
they’ve argued all the way around the block
and carried just the flags they were allowed
these things are the accepted things to bitch about.


ย April is National Poetry Month