Many tell us of the way to live
Have some special ideal to give
Some use persuasive discourse
Others verbal force
While less of us were born with a sieve
So all the lumps cursedly accumulate
all they say falls on our plate
Those hungry gulp it quickly down
even with an urgent frown
Just to choke on undigested church and state
As it falls from quivering lips
bloodshot eyes come to grips
with the mess sprayed well into blue necked abodes
Chunks rough and round as warts on toads
Crumbs so rare and roaches won't sip
On the regurgitated sludge of current politics
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