Cast your ballot for your party's running mates Strange bedfellows in Roman **** compromising positions Straining to see what onceย was Their original clear-cut goal
(Even the hot sand of the Sahara becomes cold at night).
Tarred and feathered goes the ideals Run out of town on a rail of policy.
Politics of law Politics of religion Politics on every level
No real friendโs only polite interests.
Party politics in the bedroom Workplace And church
Spinning ethics and morals To be fit for desiccation By whatever spider desires To make their web in
Palace royal Church pious ย Courtroom solemnย Family room secure
Where only a sort of twisted gestalt Applies and the lesser of two evils is Often greater than the sum of the Two--the package being more Important than the contents.
Demagogic rule being the rule of thumb Firmly planted where the sun never Shines because truth is exposed
Only in the light. Plans made in the Nether regions of base instincts
Where the true nature Of we humans reluctantly steps Out of its ancient cage nightly to Prowl only to return by morning to Have pure and honourable melodies Sooth the savage breast.
--Daniel Irwin Tucker
This speaks not only of governmental politics, nor of any particular politician, political party or nation. It is all about the danse politico of existence.