Politics a reach for a wretch like me,
I equipoise in another delusion of democracy,
and I argue, by doing, that all words ain’t
equal, in contempt of our common wealth?
and I shade and signature, and drape thought
with the colloquial, colonizing my/own conceit
and give in to the push back of push pull as
grievance inarticulable, translates to render,
and then to be traded, as a commodity.
(to be redundant…rent seek)