the donkey test

we sat in a sharp suited
placard free zone

we switched from listening
to pretend ears open to
only the lie was allowed

the faithful obeyed the sermon
spray mounted on nothing but
bubbleheaded ninkompoopery

unsurprisingly
nothing ever changes

they sat the questioners in a line
and put those who disagreed in a cage outside

it was 2005

and when it hit
the notion that the party was over
was not to be unexpected

then like a flash from a traumitic head wound
i realised i was not an American at all

but the investment of the idea
had crossed the ocean.

all hope dissipated in that wave
a tsunami of designed prole control polemic

i was woken in dissillusion
light broken

hope held a candle soon snuffed

to be seen as both melted confidence
and simultaneous reactionary affirmation

the party was over
in oh so many ways

grazed and reeling
many of us beated a retreat

making our lists and recomendations
to no one in positions of any power

this is a legacy system
a power play of today as
any other nowadays scenario
my forever nutshell observation
only wondered nakedly naive

who was the real hot button
president of the corporation of the now?

it remains a mystery
apparently