sometimes
i compare
politics to
watching a
machiavellian
play in the
largest theater
possible

there is no time
for honesty or
even a wardrobe
change

the names all
stay the same,
even if the faces
are different

it’s easy to get
disenchanted
and just find
something
else to do

but
eventually

the dystopian
dreams are
your own

and this is what
the poor call life
and the rich call
hell

and there is
no place worse
than the middle