An Interlude of Being Rude
That face is like an overcooked ham
Over the airwaves wherever I am
Everywhere and inescapably
I mute the opening mouth on TV
From that angry sphincter look away
And pray that the truth may come out someday
Not out of that outraged hole of course
Mutedly blurting out absurdity
Unpuckering for suckering in
The hole unfolds to a porcelain grin
Polls of late like fate are getting worse
Betting on some help from the universe
Maybe with a little mercy on
Us now we could see how we got this way
And sooner rather than later than
Too late may this overcooked ham be gone
A cancelled show that no one will miss
Turning it off we learn the lesson
Of a mess that has been more or less an
Interlude of being rude if we
Can remember to be better than this
Having done with unreality
Shaking off the nightmare waking at dawn
Opening our eyes surprised to see
The fate of the world depends upon
The urgency of our emergency
Steven Curtis Lance
Image by Kurt Vonnegut in Breakfast of Champions
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Jane