Creaky planked
Star-crossed and prone
To ratty speeches
Long in tail
These politicians
Plucks their briefs
From skins
Of former
Constituents
Aroused by
Thwarting magically
The chord that birthed
A thousand shifts
A tidal pool
Of years
When babies are chucked
Beneath their chins
And wail like men
With gartered shins
A salty stream
Is preferable
To a bath
In crocodile
Tears
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013
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