Debate
A Poem
It’s funny to think that that spectacle was even reviewable
as if there was a point in time when it wasn’t a dustbin
of misplaced particles from the corner of every room
all swirling in a circle while nails pull a chalkboard down
as if it was more than two seven-year-olds jabbering
about old wounds and hurt feelings and hijacked egos
when a country lays burning to the ground, vacant
The last thing I want is to call a childhood squabble
a debate, as if the backtalk and interruptions were debatable
as if celebrating the insults on social media was a high point
but we are so divided that you can both look at that, watch it
and say that someone won something without laughing
and that’s what is really scary, our country lies in wait
What’s next? Really, is there a long-distance pissing contest?
or a my wife is hotter than your wife game show with prizes
or do we have the sons debate each other since that’s relevant
This is current culture, a fuselage full of hot air and smoke
but no fire, no meaning, no class, no ability to discern
That was all I expected and that tells me what I think
