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MASTER YOUR OWN STATE

 

Could have flown away

Taken Iberian Airlines to San Sebastian

Found a coastal rock to gaze from

Observed the Great Ocean throbbing

Western skies, harbor a setting sun

            Why sail there?

            Into the vastness of the unknown?

            “Why not!” is the immediate answer

            As if freedom is the main directive

            Programmed into the human mind

            A search for the ideal –

            A dose of reality pervades –

            Age and its insecurities

            Loss and its inequities

            Yet, there you are, sanguine

            Leaning against inevitability’s door

Simply put, they have left the room

Graced by a nonchalant attitude

Voting on entitlements

Social Security, Medicare, Defense

The representatives

All in the same suit

Blush unashamedly

As they shuffle off in a scrum

To the local purveyor of hot rum –

The only beverage suitable

For a cold-blooded pirate on the run –

            Nicknamed senator

            Which we should rename ourselves –

            Governor, Mayor, Senator, Judge

            All the same as self-proclaimed saviors

            We each must master our own state

            

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