Mediocracy... these words I write governed by a standstill, at-war democracy that's got me medio-crazy, executively lazy judgmentally hazy, and lawfully spacey, running on as their own prisoner-of-war escapees in search of freedom from the ordinary and overly, extraordinarily conservative binds that constrict the construction of these hardly courtly, yet ordered lines.
This poem is the result of a "poetry game" thread in a writing forum, where each poet provides a poem that includes the word given by the previous poet. The word provided for me was "mediocracy," although "mediocrity" was intended.