It’s not the color of your curtains
Or rejection of current fashion
Nor how you address those who differ
And choose to bicker the picayune
Nor the jackboot tap dance
Stomping that parade ground prance
of last chance civic romance and
civil engagement
Nor the rhyme scheme of new
To the game know it alls
stalling all with catch up
While never choosing to back up
their particular present understanding
Within a collective political history
And when facts are made fungible
Truth has no currency, change is
but a token , and what’s practical
is bullied by the bankrupt.
Always…for some..
It sums big bucks in going broke.
