Transcendental Sonnet #612:
Vacancies
Harsh nasal voices unused to soft speech
As pinched and narrow as their little minds
Are parroting catch-phrases each to each
And meaninglessness multiplies one finds
Talking heads on political chat shows
Each with a monkey suit and a smug smile
Squawking the wrong way of right and that goes
Down hard when you feel like you have no voice
When you walk the talk and you have no choice
But they have not gotten out in a while
Their election is their delectation
I ask why are we ruled by such as these?
Their vocation is now their vacation
As vacancies vacate our liberties
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+Steven Curtis Lance
from Transcendental Sonnets and Other Observations, Copyright MMIV Silke LLC
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Harsh nasal voices unused to soft speech As pinched and narrow as their little minds Are parroting catch-phrases each to each And meaninglessness multiplies one finds |
True...so true....
Good Sonnet.
(I love you Steven....)
Silke
hehehe... I like this one! LOVE how you get political 
Love,
Dara
Love,
Dara
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