Isn't it Odd?
politics wither on the vine, pallid pods, lost in time
noses wrinkle, and eyes squint, laughter dances on the line...
misgivings rarely surface anymore...joy can be heard in a voice
yet, we still cling to the notion that we have a choice
is it fate? sends our once strong arguments to shallow grave?
or, human nature, inherent temptation...makes us mis-behave?
i can imagine us both, scoffing in turn, at our lack of conviction...
sleeping guards at the wall, court marshalled for deriliction.
would we believe in? consummate? mutual benediction?
and collapse resplendent, in a heap of sated friction?
Or, as we always have….bide our time awaiting interdiction?
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