Crush the bag of minnows and tell our guests
it’s tuna fish. Mix salsa in dog food
and talk up the tacos. Answer their quest
for cheese dip with granny’s cold cream so old
it’s turned yellow. But don’t ever, ever
reveal your casserole’s ingredients.
If anyone asks, say something clever.
Tell them we’ve both become expedient,
a term of their endearment. How secure
they’ll feel. We’ll ape their vocabulary,
praising them as they do themselves, manure
drooling from our mouths. You won’t feel very
anxious, will you? No need for contrition.
They’re just a gaggle of politicians.
Roger Armbrust
June 19, 2010
