I wanted to post another update but I didn’t have anything specific to talk about, so here’s a poem I wrote a few weeks ago.  I recently won an election for Vice President of the student body at my college and spent about a week at the Texas capital meeting with politicians and their staffs as research for a comprehensive report on transportation legislation this session.  Those two experiences were the inspiration for this piece.  I should have a real update later this week.

Schmoozer

Look at you,

with a smile as oily as your gelled back hair

and an enthusiasm as fake

as your comb-over, you ooze around the room

dripping compliments and insincerity

like an amorphous space creature

from a 1950s horror flick.

 

I know you would call me a Commie-traitor

if it would launch you into higher office

but instead you kiss ass

your nose as brown as the tumor

that you cultivate on your conscience,

fed and nurtured by the lobbyists that worship you

and the tax payers that ought to know better.

 

Glancing at the names scribbled on your left palm

by your secretary,

you are always sure to make eye contact

when you pretend to give a damn, for you

have mastered the art

of deference to hide your indifference.

 

“Why hello, Mr. and Mrs. Davis.  A pleasure to see you here

How are Timothy and Peter, still making straight A’s?”

 

Well of course they are – when your father’s the mayor

and your mother is the mayor’s second mistress wife

flunking is not an option

for the teacher, that is.  You’re not born with the silver spoon,

you inherit it. 

 

Look at you, with that smug self-righteous grin,

I’ll bet you can smell power the way

sharks can sense blood in the water.

I’ll bet I am next on your sucking-up agenda. 

 

Wait, I am next.  Gotta check my wrist –

crap, other wrist,

yes, there it is, his name is – “John,

how the heck are you? 

Glad to hear it, it’s been way too long!

Yes, we need do lunch sometime.

Yes, or golf works too.  Next Thursday? 

Sounds fantastic.  I’ll have my secretary pencil you in at two.

All right.  You hang in there,

you ol’ pirate, you!”

 

…

 

God, what a faker.

Prick.

“Oh, hello there, so good to see you!”