Politick

Member since 2005 · Posted 30 Oct 2006 · Edited 30 Oct 2006 · 1 comment

Three-piece suit, pressed and primed. Cigar in hand and war on the mind. Foreign policy is for the weak. We call this man a politick. We all stand apart looking all around but never open our eyes. Warm and safe, hiding in his home. Watching TV spellbound and mesmerized. Knowledge is not the cup he seeks. We call this man a politick. We all stand apart looking all around but never open our eyes. Lost within the maze of my mind. Looking for cracks in the steel. Know just enough to be dangerous. I call myself a politick. We all stand apart looking all around but never open our eyes.

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[n/a] half.italian 31-Oct-06/3:30 AM Reply

We've all seen the three piece suit politician you're talking about. Cigars, briefcases, etc. A poem is much better if you make the point from a DIFFERENT angle. Lead us on a bit, make us work a bit to get to the solution.