Ambiguity in Polarity

I hear America fading:

it’s like . . .

like a lotta young people are trying to say,

you know?. . .

they’re like, and the talking tubeheads mutter it too.

I mean

even educated,  expert voices . . . they’re,

like trying to utter,

something.

I mean, they kinda know what . . .

like, what it’s really like.

And they sort of feel it in their bones what

needs to be done, you know . . . and like

anyway,   they’re dulling . . their

. . .um, like, what they're trying to say and

express, like . . . what's  important to them.

You know what I mean?

But what its really like-- as if they kind of know what

they want to say. Anyway,

I’m not really sure about this because 

we do, like, live in an age 

of fuzzy ambiguity where you can’t . . .

you can’t, like, really be sure . . . or,

appear to be sure about anything, cuz

. . . the truth . . . if

there is, like,  such a thing

as truth, its . . . well, you know . . .

and I can submit my, um, my statement here

with that . . . sort of cool . . . 

like, obligatory temerity 

because, you know, the left is so

um, so insistent about their program 

and their agenda— whatever needs to be. . .

like, done.

Whatever you wanna call that, 

but the right is so

like, stubborn and set in their ways

because they, like, they think they’ve

been running the show for,

you know, for so long

that they think they own the place.

So, yeah, I would say that, um,

yes it could happen here

but on the other hand

let’s hope not.

But hey! On the other hand we hear 

Kshama in Seattle

defending their CHOPchaz neighborhood.

She speaks with absolute clarity.

One can sense the conviction in her voice:

Let communities make their own choice! 

Let neighbors congregate to police

themselves.

In the Councilwoman we hear clearly

what they’re calling for:

to be left alone

on their own.  

We detect no waffling obfuscation

from Kshama— no ambivalent um-umming.

 

But now we do hear a distant, dreadful drumming,

from the other coast of this, our vast continent:

it’s potus promoting his own estrangement: 

The Fearful—in—Chief 

is threatening to drum up more grief

with teargas troops--their  ordnance to shoot 

and they’re packin’ rubber bullets to boot.

There’s a man with a gun over there

telling us we got to beware.

Now I don’t know, but if I may prevent a rumble:

I feel our ole American civility is starting to crumble.

This currently charged-up polarity

so brutally hypes-up our barbarity!

But listen . . .

Friends, Americans, Country(wo)men

Surely now is the time to renew our goodwillity—  

and restore our domestic tranquility.

Hey! Good luck with that! 

 

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