Utterly self-absorbed, in
Theater of its own making,
Paid for by rewards of
Its taxing and taking,
Political mud-fighters
Excite and entertain,
The problems they
Should be fixing, remain,
The news cycle causing
A form of inebriation,
All drunk on power in
The capital of the nation...
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Random Rhymes From An Expat Living A Long Way From Home
Image by Mark Harm Niemeyer
Far Out (By Philip Larkin)
Beyond the bright cartoons
Are darker spaces where
Small cloudy nests of stars
Seem to float on the air.
These have no proper names:
Men out alone at night
Never look up at them
For guidance or delight.
For such evasive dust
Can make so little clear:
Much less is known than not,
More far than near.
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