It seems a simple thing to stack a thousand tiny beads
upon a mouses nose and call it the honest truth
about politics. But we are not simple people,
we use bowling balls and untamed lions, we lie
about in togas regaling the masses with the art
of being kind in our cruelty. We are not simple people,
we stack beach balls on the nose of an orca
and do not call the professionals. We lie
about naked and angry, talking about politics
waiting for an unsuspecting seal to give approval
to our every bit of insanity. But we are not simple people
it seems, we are the mouseless few that bead jackets
with icons of our own greatness and call it the honest truth.
It seems a simple thing to lie about
the city in old t-shirts and ripped jeans talking. But
the honest truth is, it’s never simply about politics.