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Gutta percha?
Ya gotta luv it.
We’re
all
ill.
Ol’ Jim Lehrer
he couldn’t be fairer:
He gives each man his say.
Still I wonder
if he didn’t blunder
in setting up the show that way.
A few minutes here
a few minutes there--
so little new light gets shed.
We’d get more use
--more political juice--
from an hour of air squeezed dead.
No, the flow
of thought
will not
cease--
(a notion
stands
still
for
no
one)
for we need words
without end
in the face
of the absurd:
This is democracy
not goddam pretend
and your instant poet
shall ne'er suspend...
Enough, enough with all
the who why what where how.
Well, now we know it's plain to see:
Ready to be VP?
Or a heartbeat from commander-in-chee?
Hell, she's at least as on the ball
as the guy who has the job now.