I see this card
White with black letters
Numbers
Dial tones
And promises
I see this card
With fancy fonts
Flaming presence
And insane foolery
I see this card
The card rests
Unwavering
Right in front of me
Talking about my
Family
My friends
And my future
I guess they are
A group of
Tarot Card readers
Bent on bending the spinning wheel
Of my absolutely worthless life
(When compared to the time of history)
I see this card
With a strangers name on it
Claiming that he is a president
And I guess
In some ways
I feel the same way about my president
He is a stranger to me
In my supposed
Homeland
The only time I have seen him
Is when he is on television
Or in the papers
Or on other people's T-shirts smiling and
Waving
Pledging His devotion to a vanishing act
Which is
Hope
Hope
What a colorless crayon
It is
Much like our television programs
Or blank faces in the paper
Or T-shirts with
Bands, movie stars, winners, and even
Poets
and
Writers
(That one has always made me wince)
Where
Some of whom
I've not clue who they are or
What they even do
I guess we are all presidents if one gets on
T-shirts
The television
Or the news papers
When your making a difference
I guess you'll know
Cause one day
You might see yourself
On all three