Party Politics

A curse and a condemnation befalls them
From the public they were sworn to serve;
Still they continue in the enmity unabated.


So sure are they of their own importance,
They have not noticed their constituents
Long ago deserted and abandoned them.


So they dialog with themselves, a congress
Of gnats; every argument delivered with a 
Smirk, a discourse of banality, of innuendo.


Spit sarcasm sprays small spumes of wit,
Foam topping crashing waves of ridicule;
Pulled under, the currents of anger swirl.


Hatred stalls with it the entire body politic,
Sails the ship-of-state to strand on shoals;
Stranding its passengers on passage home.