Pragmatic Sensibility

The Persona-Politica's ability to withstand Congress' immaturity has led to some incredible incredulity of their inability to think critically.

I’m sounding off like a symphony

To anyone who wants to listen to me

I’ll listen back and we can talk for infinity

There’s too much comfort in not over-coming an inhibition

That talking to someone new may actually change their minds' position

Back tracking on facts

Making it easier to relax

Spiraling down the steps of stacks

Till  they’ve back tracked to their original attack

                                    And like a broken pencil, the whole tweet is pointless.

There just seems to be so much “Bipartisan stranger danger”

That the dangerous stranger

Is too dangerous

That they harbor their anger

Rather than turn the stranger to a friend

Friends or foes

The same story goes

Around and around

 And now they're gridlocked

Next the words are twisted and griddled

Becoming so riddled

that the words are spoken too quick

contorting into a twisted, riddled, limerick

that they're jumping point to point

quicker than Jack jumped over the candlestick

                                                                                    Though there was never a flame.       

                                                                       

I can use Seuss as mentor

Freud as a sign

Madam Curry to look through

Webster’s row of lines

There’s so much symbolism

In their spoken algorithm

That every –ism

Is creating a schism between them and me

                                               

                                                            Bringing us back to the beginning and our ability.