my friend dave, loved to talk politics.
he had all the channels on, tv
and radio, getting the latest
breaking news.
which was breaking at all, but some old
washed up
piece of news
from a week ago.
the panel of suits and dresses sat around
a fancy table hashing
it all out. giving their two cents
worth.
leaning right, or leaning left,
depending on the station you were tuned to.
tiresome, to say the least. so much said
about so little. each and everyone of them
a hot air balloon
tethered to a desk. exhausting.
I used to love politics, discussing
them, etc.
in fact
I remember telling my barber Al, once,
a long time ago
that I wouldn't get my haircut,
which was down to my shoulders,
until Nixon was out of the white house.
just a trim, I told him, and
the mustache too.
damn that tricky dick.
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