I wonder do you have any idea
how you look and sound to normal people?
Your braying and shrieking
supposed to indicate sincerity,
your pandering, your condescension,
your invocations of The People,
as if you knew any,
your focus-tested, shopworn slogans,
your Issues.
Lead-poisoned children are not Issues.
Shit gigs are not Issues.
Collapsing bridges, on highways or
in mouths, are not Issues.
Extinction is not an Issue.
Death is not part of a Conversation.
Profiting from addiction and disease
is not a show.
You all live in your alternate
digitally enhanced infinitely editable
world, convincing yourselves
and each other of your worthiness
to be there.
I hope to live to see the day
we turn you miserable excuses off.
